A Short Story “THE MISERABLE LIFE WE LIVE!”

A Short Story

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“THE MISERABLE LIFE WE LIVE!”

This story is about the lack of contentment in man and how easily envy can make us commit deeds that will haunt us and even affect our immediate community adversely.

 

The Story
In the little town of Poshereng, lived an up and coming rich man in his early thirties. The man, Ngune, had a hundred and fifty heads of oxen, seventy sheeps and thirty goats. His chicken and other fowls including turkey are so numerous that he lost count and nobody cared to count them.

THE MISERABLE LIFE WE LIVE!
A Short Story
This story is about the lack of contentment in man and how easily envy can make us commit deeds that will haunt us and even affect our immediate community adversely.

The Story
In the little town of Poshereng, lived an up and coming rich man in his early thirties. The man, Ngune, had fifty heads of oxen, seventy sheeps and thirty goats. His chicken and other fowls including turkey are so numerous that he lost count and nobody cared to count them. His compound, comprising three different flats, one his, the other for his aged parents and another for guests, is the most beautiful in the town.
Ngune is not married and when another round came to contest for political offices, he decided to run for the position of member, state house of assembly. His assets are worth two hundred million naira and his cash in the bank is seventy million naira, while he has ten million naira at home. His average daily expenses is two hundred thousand naira and when he declared his intention to run, the expenses increased to a million naira everyday. When it was three months to the election, the expenses rose to two million naira daily.
Ngune’s main source of income is hide and skin trading, which he started five years ago and he deals only in donkey skin, which he exports to China. Before then, he was a hardworking and successful farmer. He has ten people working directly for him and numerous affiliates. When he showed interest and started spending more time and resources in politics, he left the running of the business to his cousin, whose only interest on earth is sex and women.
The reason why Ngune didn’t marry is because, apart from the numerous women throwing themselves at him, every other one he approached, accepted him without the slightest hesitation.
Ngune is 4ft 8inches tall, very black and not good looking, apart from the fact that he is fat. Knowing all this, he felt the women he has been coming across want only his money, not him. He decided to take his time and enjoy as many of them as he can, sleeping with only the most beautiful.
When it was two months to the election, his party decided to conduct primary elections because five of them were contesting under the party’s platform. A week before the party primaries, Ngune was spending ten million naira daily. A day before the primaries, he borrowed one hundred and fifty million naira from the bank, which he used in bribing the delegates, promising them double, if he wins (winning primary elections under the platform of the party he is contesting on is like an automatic ticket, because it is the ruling party).
A lot of people in Poshereng and surroundings, envy and disliked Ngune because of his wealth, which gave him access to the best of material things, especially women and exotic cars. It has been rumored that he practices witchcraft, as if he is the only person doing it, to attract such favours! Some said he belonged to a secret occultic society, others even specified that he is of the Illuminati sect, while others claimed he is a Mason, as if they are also members! He is an easy going, friendly and generous personality, but his wealth is causing a lot of problems for him.
On the day of the party primaries, when the results was announced, Ngune scored the least votes! He was shocked, heartbroken and when it dawned on him that he was indebted, he fainted and was rushed to the hospital. When he regained consciousness, the first thing that crossed his mind is the story of a certain man of the East, who in ancient times was the richest, but lost everything including the lives of his children in one day and as if that was not enough, he was afflicted, but after a period of struggles and faith in God, three times what he has was restored to him! That thought gave him a positive resolve and he left the hospital a healthy man.
Ngune went back to his business and discovered it was practically ruined, but he kept remembering the story of the man of the East. He went to the drawing board, plotted and worked harder, yet after ninety days, the period he is expected to repay his overdraft to the bank elapsed, he had paid only a fraction and with pressure, he sold all his assets at a very low rate. After paying off the debts, only a little was left, which he used in buying a small bungalow in downtown, as he had to sell his beautiful compound. He moved his parents to the one bedroom bungalow and rented a room in another compound, where he moved to.
Barely a week after Ngune moved to the compound, he was attacked in the middle of the night by assailants organized by some men of Poshereng, seeing that he lost everything and the powers previously mystified on him, seemingly a mirage. He was badly beaten and when the thugs felt he was dead, they took him in a car and when they reached a bush out of town, they threw him there. While they were committing the act, he screamed till his voice failed, but none of his neighbors came to his rescue, even the guy next door!
It was the rainy season and it rained heavily that night. The waters washed and dragged Ngune’s body to a stream which took the body as far away as the rival town of Okra and just before it reached the confluence where it will join another tributary to flow into the river Kandikdik, the river tide rose high with Ngune’s body, throwing it onto a farm along it’s way.
The farm belonged to Ngaljau and the people of Poshereng and Okra had a clash over farmland that resulted into lots of bloodshed the previous week.
As usual, Ngaljau came to his farm very early that day and when he saw what looked like a human being badly bruised and in tattered clothes, he went closer and saw it was a man. When he talked and there was no response, he went to the man, turned him over and although the body was cold, he felt a pulse when he held the wrist…
…to be continued!

compound, comprising three different flats, one his, the other for his aged parents and another for guests, is the most beautiful in the town.
Ngune is not married and when another round came to contest for political offices, he decided to run for the position of member, state house of assembly. His assets are worth two hundred million naira and his cash in the bank is seventy million naira, while he has ten million naira at home. His average daily expenses is two hundred thousand naira and when he declared his intention to run, the expenses increased to a million naira everyday. When it was three months to the election, the expenses rose to two million naira daily.
Ngune’s main source of income is hide and skin trading, which he started five years ago and he deals only in donkey skin, which he exports to China. Before then, he was a hardworking and successful farmer. He has ten people working directly for him and numerous affiliates. When he showed interest and started spending more time and resources in politics, he left the running of the business to his cousin, whose only interest on earth is sex and women.
The reason why Ngune didn’t marry is because, apart from the numerous women throwing themselves at him, every other one he approached, accepted him without the slightest hesitation.
Ngune is 4ft 8inches tall, very black and not good looking, apart from the fact that he is fat. Knowing all this, he felt the women he has been coming across want only his money, not him. He decided to take his time and enjoy as many of them as he can, sleeping with only the most beautiful.
When it was two months to the election, his party decided to conduct primary elections because five of them were contesting under the party’s platform. A week before the party primaries, Ngune was spending ten million naira daily. A day before the primaries, he borrowed one hundred and fifty million naira from the bank, which he used in bribing the delegates, promising them double, if he wins (winning primary elections under the platform of the party he is contesting on is like an automatic ticket, because it is the ruling party).
A lot of people in Poshereng and surroundings, envy and disliked Ngune because of his wealth, which gave him access to the best of material things, especially women and exotic cars. It has been rumored that he practices witchcraft, as if he is the only person doing it, to attract such favours! Some said he belonged to a secret occultic society, others even specified that he is of the Illuminati sect, while others claimed he is a Mason, as if they are also members! He is an easy going, friendly and generous personality, but his wealth is causing a lot of problems for him.
On the day of the party primaries, when the results was announced, Ngune scored the least votes! He was shocked, heartbroken and when it dawned on him that he was indebted, he fainted and was rushed to the hospital. When he regained consciousness, the first thing that crossed his mind is the story of a certain man of the East, who in ancient times was the richest, but lost everything including the lives of his children in one day and as if that was not enough, he was afflicted, but after a period of struggles and faith in God, three times what he has was restored to him! That thought gave him a positive resolve and he left the hospital a healthy man.
Ngune went back to his business and discovered it was practically ruined, but he kept remembering the story of the man of the East. He went to the drawing board, plotted and worked harder, yet after ninety days, the period he is expected to repay his overdraft to the bank elapsed, he had paid only a fraction and with pressure, he sold all his assets at a very low rate. After paying off the debts, only a little was left, which he used in buying a small bungalow in downtown, as he had to sell his beautiful compound. He moved his parents to the one bedroom bungalow and rented a room in another compound, where he moved to.
Barely a week after Ngune moved to the compound, he was attacked in the middle of the night by assailants organized by some men of Poshereng, seeing that he lost everything and the powers previously mystified on him, seemingly a mirage. He was badly beaten and when the thugs felt he was dead, they took him in a car and when they reached a bush out of town, they threw him there. While they were committing the act, he screamed till his voice failed, but none of his neighbors came to his rescue, even the guy next door!
It was the rainy season and it rained heavily that night. The waters washed and dragged Ngune’s body to a stream which took the body as far away as the rival town of Okra and just before it reached the confluence where it will join another tributary to flow into the river Kandikdik, the river tide rose high with Ngune’s body, throwing it onto a farm along it’s way.
The farm belonged to Ngaljau and the people of Poshereng and Okra had a clash over farmland that resulted into lots of bloodshed the previous week.
As usual, Ngaljau came to his farm very early that day and when he saw what looked like a human being badly bruised and in tattered clothes, he went closer and saw it was a man. When he talked and there was no response, he went to the man, turned him over and although the body was cold, he felt a pulse when he held the wrist…
…to be continued!

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