The morning traffic jam was beginning to get me seriously tensed up. I had woken up as early as four to avoid this but here I am. I imagined what my boss would do to me when I finally get to work, all the abusive words he would rain on me, well I should be used to it by now but funny enough I’m not.

Things never change, like how hurt I feel every time my boss curses me. Even though I’m a man, I know how many times I had fought back tears from falling not only because of my boss but because of the emptiness I feel each day. Things like that may never change, they’ve become a part of me now.

Now, to make matters worse, my view was being obstructed by the cloud of fog that just spread over my windscreen, the harmattan was at it’s peak today.

I suppressed a curse. “Can things get any worse?” I thought aloud. But as I sat there fuming and glaring at the cloud of fog before me, a thought came to my mind that brought a smile to my lips.

The fog, though gentle always make a difference wherever it goes, no noise attached, all it needs to do is to float.

The creator has all made us different for different purposes, we shouldn’t be a copy of someone else.

My smile widened, maybe I should be more like the fog. I don’t need a fancy car or a fancy job to make a difference, all I need is to be myself, just like the fog.

© Erinma

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