As a boy of 5years old, Samuel was still strong, energetic and healthy. I am 8years old now. Long ago Samuel tried using a stick to pluck out the golden ball from the sky. Life is so harsh, during samuel childhood age, death came and harshly took away my best friend for the times he had lived. Samuel had just came back from the 3 days prayer and fasting that my church hosted and heard Mama Praise, Nkechi voices sympathizing with Samuel's mother. Terrified Samuel stepped gingerly into the moon washed compound and hid under the mango trees amidst the leafy protrude of leaves and finally came to the gaze of people and with his brain, he tried to figure out what happened that made everyone to be dull. As soon as his brother Michael sighted him he ran to meet him and let the cat out of the bag unveiling the shocking death news of their father. Clock ticks , millenium like a day, century like an hour, decade like a minute, years like a second, hours speeding, minute shifting and seconds running
