The game

Stumbling, staggering, slowly drowned with the setting sun he cuddled his broken heart and dropped onto the sand.

Life was surely a game he had played and finally decided it was time to return, to his humble dwellings in the mountains.

It all began on that cold morning in April, when beside a pile of rubbish he was born. It was because his mother was out there burning the leaves she had raked.

Little did she know what would become of her son in future.

The years were full of exploration for him. He got into mischievous games that got him a belting at the end of the day. But all to him were fun though the beltings left scars on his body. He thought little of those scars.

In life he played rugby League for it taught him to be strong and stay focused regardless of how dangerous the game was back than. A family he had which was a game in itself for him. He went through the hassles and over the hurdles , under the microscope of watchful eyes of both family and friends. To him it was all about how to be in control of the ball in your court. That to him was life's game.

A house he bought with the help of his sister and the piece of land of which the house sits on. But sadly to-date he owns nothing of both. Another house was built on customary land of which he never got to live in since his partner chose the city life instead. Life tools its toil and he lost everything.

It finally dawned on him that he was slowly losing the game of life. For he found those whom he trusted were the very ones who were the backstabbers and the backbiters. He was crushed he broken and torn deep within.

Life was unfair to him. He had done all he could to be accepted in life. But to many he was their enemy all because he was an outspoken man who stood for the truth. His intelligence unmeasurable to the generation of today. He lost the game to get back his job through fraud and plain jealousy. 

He finally accepted the fact he was never getting his job back and willingly walked off from all who had set the trap for his fall. But one thing will remain there will never be another as intelligent and as outspoken as him. For his children are but miles away from him in intellectual ability advancement.

A life a game of just a few like him will now be just a history book for the generation to come to read about.

(Dedicated to my brother I lost this year)