Once upon a time, there was a middle aged man {Emma} who lived with his wife in a small town in Africa. Evert day he would sit and look into the distant sky, dreaming and hoping to be a médical doctor,living an affluent life that he had always wanted.
One day,he saw himself dressed magnificiently in a doctor's dazzling white with a stéthoscope hanging round his neck and his pretty nurses calling for his attention. He looked very handsome and dashing in his white .
Because of that,he felt a sense of pride. He not only was a doctorat but he was living in the U.S.A with his wife,Angela in style . He felt proud of himself for achieving his childhood dream.
Until finally,his sweet life began to dwindle. He was about to walk into the theater to perform an operation on a patient when he stopped on his track . His whole body was wet and as hé wanted to shout at the perpetrator,another bucket of water followed. He heard a distant familiar voice in his head until it became very clear.
Angela had bathed him with two buckets of cold water in his bed. She had tried waking him up to go attend to his normal routine at his workshop but it seemed her voice fell on the bed covers.
He was getting late and she had to act fast. "No food for the lazy man", she thought.
With the chilly weather and cold water poured on his body, Emma jumped to his feet . He immediately woke from his slumber and shouted. He was very angry, slightly with his wife and very angry that it was only a dream. He thought he had finally become a doctor and become rich. His wife's scornful laugh brought him back to the reality that he was still in a small town in Nigeria, and the worst part was that he stopped at primary five