BigAnsar
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@Innocent_Zikky Please who knows where I can learn professional photography? 🥲
I've finally found a career path. 😌
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This drake English don too much for me, make I go listen to Asake
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@malantrent Life doesn't favor everyone but when you decide to cave a path for yourself it won't be easy but but life itself will succumb to your hardwork and grace will locate you. What a nice piece filled with love, sympathy and lessons. Jazakallahu khair
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Everybody in the area knew Bashir as that football boy.
Barcelona was like religion to him. If they won, Bashir would be shouting from evening till midnight. If they lost, everybody around him would suffer his mood till the next day.
Alongside football came betting too.
Bashir was deeply obsessed with it.
Every week he was chasing one “sure ticket” that would supposedly change his life overnight. He borrowed money from friends, neighbors, sometimes even from his own mother to play bets.
And somehow, luck never stayed on his side.
One match would spoil everything.
Always.
But instead of stopping, Bashir kept believing the next one would finally enter.
That was the kind of person he was.
Always looking for quick money.
Quick success.
Anything fast.
One time he convinced his mother to borrow him money so he could start crypto trading. He spoke with so much confidence that the woman genuinely believed maybe her son finally found direction.
For one week Bashir was talking like businessman already.
Then the money disappeared.
The trading failed completely.
After that, people around him stopped trusting him seriously.
His mother advised him many times to learn handwork or even start teaching at one small private school nearby, but Bashir hated jobs he considered “small.”
Meanwhile life inside their house was becoming harder quietly.
Their father died years ago, and things never remained the same afterward.
Bashir had two younger sisters, and the eldest, Amina, slowly became the backbone of the family.
Amina was brilliant in school, but after secondary school she couldn’t continue her education because there was simply no money for university anymore.
So instead, she started teaching in one small private school around the area.
The salary was poor.
Very poor.
But she still managed it carefully.
Then immediately school closed every afternoon, she went straight to her second job at a dry cleaning company nearby.
That became her daily routine.
School.
Dry cleaning shop.
Home.
Repeat.
Sometimes she returned home so tired she slept off while eating.
Meanwhile, their mother was fighting a serious illness that had not yet been diagnosed.
Hospital visits became normal in the house. Drugs, injections and medical tests slowly swallowed whatever little money they had.
Most times Amina’s salary couldn’t even buy all the medications completely, so she focused on getting the most important ones first.
And somehow, despite everything, she still entered the house every evening smiling like nothing was wrong.
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@malantrent I came late but better late than never...so let's gooooo!
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