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Dream Of Billionaire Solution Part 2
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__________ Chapter TWO __________
… IS NOT THE END OF LIFE
“Proverbs 18v20-21: From the fruit of a man's mouth his stomach is satisfied; he is satisfied by the yield of his lips. Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. ESV2011”
The mountain bike came hurtling down the street at breakneck speed. It was unmistakably evident that the rider had an emergency situation on his hands. Like a lightning bolt on crack, Zozo zapped towards his house.
With a practiced twist of the wrists Zozo deftly maneuvered his bike into the driveway that led to his front veranda.
He glanced nervously backwards and sideways – the coast was clear. A weary smile creased his face as he punched the air with his right hand in mock victory. But like everything in his life, the ‘victory’ was short-lived. As he turned his head to look straight ahead, the sight that greeted his eyes instantly erased the smile off his face. There they were again, right at his doorstep!
The tyres screamed as Zozo brought his ride to a sudden, merciless stop. Throwing his hands in the air in total resignation, he dejectedly proceeded to bang his head against the bike’s handlebars.
Then the giggling started, emanating from the veranda. First it was one isolated half laugh. Then another, followed by another, and another until the whole little crowd of neighborhood kids stationed at Zozo’s front door just burst out in a symphony of incessant laughter.
“Here we go again,” Zozo groaned under his breath, his chubby face betraying the intense emotional feelings of hurt swirling deep inside his spirit. He silently endured the taunts for a few more seconds, and then a thought hit him! With brightened face, he pulled at his bike and made a rapid 180-degree turn in an attempt to make a quick getaway.
But, alas! His body moved faster than his metal-and-rubber contraption. As a result, his attempt at freedom ended in him being firmly sandwiched between the hard cemented drive-way and the bicycle on top of him.
The hard fall precipitated even harder laughing from the group of kids, who were by now swarming all over Zozo like vultures converging on a rotting carcass.
Some were grabbing his ears; others poked his nose, whilst the rest rubbed his balding head. The kids were really enjoying themselves as they chanted: “Big ears, long nose, bald head, natural clown,” over and over again like a tribe of savages about to sacrifice another unfortunate soul to the rain gods.
Zozo tried to fight back, but to no avail. He muttered some threats about reporting the kids to their parents, but the rascals went on undeterred. No amounts of threats - real or imagined - were going to deny them their fun time with Zozo, ‘the unwilling clown’.
You see, this fascination with his ears, head, and nose had been going on for as long as Zozo could remember. Every kid viewed him as the ultimate source of entertainment – the unofficial town ‘clown’. And Zozo just hated it.
Everywhere he went he got the same reaction. His appearance was a great allure for both kids and adults. Of course, the grown-ups (save for a few) were able to control with great difficulty, their spontaneous desire and inclination to laugh at his funny features, or extend an exploring hand.
For Zozo, though, this insatiable fascination with his appearance was a big bother; a source of perpetual embarrassment and ever present shame. His deep sense of shame was only exceeded by his even deeper resentment towards God for being so over-generous when He apportioned him his ears and nose.
These appendages were so oversized that some people were convinced that Zozo had stood in the queue three times when these body features were being dished out at birth.
Zozo’s nose loomed large across his face, conclusively dominating everything in its vicinity. It almost posed a threat to the supply of oxygen for those around him. Unconfirmed reports declared that he used a baby’s napkin to blow his nose with, since the standard handkerchief had proven too small for the task.
Life’s mundane activities such as kissing and whispering in the...
#DreamOfBillionaireSolutionBook_2
#21LawsOfProgress_2
#TurnPurposeIntoProfit_2
__________ Chapter TWO __________
… IS NOT THE END OF LIFE
“Proverbs 18v20-21: From the fruit of a man's mouth his stomach is satisfied; he is satisfied by the yield of his lips. Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. ESV2011”
The mountain bike came hurtling down the street at breakneck speed. It was unmistakably evident that the rider had an emergency situation on his hands. Like a lightning bolt on crack, Zozo zapped towards his house.
With a practiced twist of the wrists Zozo deftly maneuvered his bike into the driveway that led to his front veranda.
He glanced nervously backwards and sideways – the coast was clear. A weary smile creased his face as he punched the air with his right hand in mock victory. But like everything in his life, the ‘victory’ was short-lived. As he turned his head to look straight ahead, the sight that greeted his eyes instantly erased the smile off his face. There they were again, right at his doorstep!
The tyres screamed as Zozo brought his ride to a sudden, merciless stop. Throwing his hands in the air in total resignation, he dejectedly proceeded to bang his head against the bike’s handlebars.
Then the giggling started, emanating from the veranda. First it was one isolated half laugh. Then another, followed by another, and another until the whole little crowd of neighborhood kids stationed at Zozo’s front door just burst out in a symphony of incessant laughter.
“Here we go again,” Zozo groaned under his breath, his chubby face betraying the intense emotional feelings of hurt swirling deep inside his spirit. He silently endured the taunts for a few more seconds, and then a thought hit him! With brightened face, he pulled at his bike and made a rapid 180-degree turn in an attempt to make a quick getaway.
But, alas! His body moved faster than his metal-and-rubber contraption. As a result, his attempt at freedom ended in him being firmly sandwiched between the hard cemented drive-way and the bicycle on top of him.
The hard fall precipitated even harder laughing from the group of kids, who were by now swarming all over Zozo like vultures converging on a rotting carcass.
Some were grabbing his ears; others poked his nose, whilst the rest rubbed his balding head. The kids were really enjoying themselves as they chanted: “Big ears, long nose, bald head, natural clown,” over and over again like a tribe of savages about to sacrifice another unfortunate soul to the rain gods.
Zozo tried to fight back, but to no avail. He muttered some threats about reporting the kids to their parents, but the rascals went on undeterred. No amounts of threats - real or imagined - were going to deny them their fun time with Zozo, ‘the unwilling clown’.
You see, this fascination with his ears, head, and nose had been going on for as long as Zozo could remember. Every kid viewed him as the ultimate source of entertainment – the unofficial town ‘clown’. And Zozo just hated it.
Everywhere he went he got the same reaction. His appearance was a great allure for both kids and adults. Of course, the grown-ups (save for a few) were able to control with great difficulty, their spontaneous desire and inclination to laugh at his funny features, or extend an exploring hand.
For Zozo, though, this insatiable fascination with his appearance was a big bother; a source of perpetual embarrassment and ever present shame. His deep sense of shame was only exceeded by his even deeper resentment towards God for being so over-generous when He apportioned him his ears and nose.
These appendages were so oversized that some people were convinced that Zozo had stood in the queue three times when these body features were being dished out at birth.
Zozo’s nose loomed large across his face, conclusively dominating everything in its vicinity. It almost posed a threat to the supply of oxygen for those around him. Unconfirmed reports declared that he used a baby’s napkin to blow his nose with, since the standard handkerchief had proven too small for the task.
Life’s mundane activities such as kissing and whispering in the...
