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Story: A Short Story on Self Confidence

Story: A Short Story on Self Confidence

There was a business executive who was deep in debt and could see no way out.

Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.

Suddenly an old man appeared before him. “I can see that something is troubling you,” he said.

After listening to the executive’s woes, the old man said, “I believe I can help you.”

He asked the man his name, wrote out a check, and pushed it into his hand saying, “Take this money. Meet me here exactly one year from today, and you can pay me back at that time.”

Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come.

The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500,000, signed by John D. Rockefeller, then one of the richest men in the world!

“I can erase my money worries in an instant!” he realized. But instead, the executive decided to put the uncashed check in his safe. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to work out a way to save his business, he thought.

With renewed optimism, he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. He closed several big sales. Within a few months, he was out of debt and making money once again.

Exactly one year later, he returned to the park with the uncashed check. At the agreed-upon time, the old man appeared. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story, a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man.

“I’m so glad I caught him!” she cried. “I hope he hasn’t been bothering you. He’s always escaping from the rest home and telling people he’s John D. Rockefeller.”

And she led the old man away by the arm.

The astonished executive just stood there, stunned. All year long he’d been wheeling and dealing, buying and selling, convinced he had half a million dollars behind him.

Suddenly, he realized that it wasn’t the money, real or imagined, that had turned his life around. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after.


Of bosses and workers


Its still days into my first month

I cant say am not adjusting, I am quit fast

Not like  i have a better option

I have to.

Librarianship it is,

I sit on my desk, look at the library inventory

Most books are missing

Most books are overdue, some cant be traced

Owe it to my predecessor.

I decide to do an email

I ask politely for people to take a minute to return the books or renew them

am happy, they comply

Just one person or maybe two

Just when am thinking all is going on well.

An EMAIL appears, its him, the boss

“Kindly go round the office picking all books that are not in use, be doing this often”

That is all he had to say.

I don’t know what to feel

I realize, my options are limited

Its a new work place, i need to be smart,,

…….stands up and begins book collection.

Tribute to My School cook

Age is just  a number,

Aging is in the mind,

Looking back today, i

can attest to it.

He was the tall, wrinkled,

but stout gentleman(old)

I knew for 6 years, having

been shipped to

boarding school at 10,

Who is to blame, it was the “coolest” thing then.

Zachariah was the kind, whom my pity was extended to,

with the tough, tough

work he had to endure, to make

my colleagues and I healthy and live happily,

To me he was a tough guy.

I fathom how, life

Must have been arduous,

to settle for the laboring task for a living,

I wished I could help,

but kitchen was a no go zone for kids.

Sources say he had been there over 50years on,

yet he was still vibrant,and undying spirit of hope,

Our little chats confirmed that his kids,

were well educated, and in the States,

To me it was a visionary, a dream perhaps come true

for an African laborer.

Nevertheless, his food was finger licking,

Always needing more

He cooked with his heart, golden heart

Read hard my children, he kept encouraging us,

Its the way to better life, he said.

Cooking was a passion

For a man with parcels of land, and rental buildings in his name, yet a cook,

It was certainly a way of graceful aging, away from the norm,

i bet aging passionately,Or a means of sustaining his strong bones

Afloat to any new challenge,

A path he chose, regrets behind.

Zachariah was a star,a twinkling star

A star to me that lit the way through, his stregth

puzzled all of me, i wanted to understand him better,

But i was too young

The only cherished memory, is that of his sweetest food, tantalizing

natural with no additives, never having enough.

Live long our Zachary,

A man of true spirit, Live long my friend

I wonder

I never stop to think, deeply infant

i wonder what they think of me

does he like me,

is the like associated with my skin color

is it my ethnic group

philosophers say love lies deep in my character

but who lied to you,

they must have considered my skin color

my smile, my dress ethics before, nodding their heads

poor me, how was i to know

i thought it was pure bliss

i thought he was the one, my excitement landed me in trouble

i thought too much

i wondered excessively

i should have halted

i should have let nature take its course

but anyway

everyone deserves a second chance

infant my bible says 70 by 7

let no one judge me

let no one point a finger

i too deserve a life, a smiling one

i need my peace

take your time lad

it wont be long, soon you will be hooked

daddy’s girl always the best, i can prove it

you can try a new pasture land

but it will lead you back to here

where you belong

and you will find me, waiting as always

The unknown fear,


I too try to believe that tomorrow will sail on a different path,

A better one , I hope so too

But why does the unknown of tomorrow eat up my brain,

why is it that i cant focus now, for fear of the unknown,

somebody call a counselor, i might lose it all

to some the stars shines bright

days become better, days end too quick

for me, i want to stay on today  for as long as i can

why leap into tomorrow only to meet the wild ocean

i would rather stay here where i already know of

what good is tomorrow if its demands are unbearable

where is the tomorrow that is said to be better?

why is everyone saving up for a better tomorrow?

we know not of, nor imagine of it

is that why we struggle to put up 1,2,3 for tomorrow

what happens when all the tomorrow hope come crushing back

how do you get to rise again,

they said read my girl, so you become someone

its been 20+ years and waiting to be someone,

where is this someone i go talk to, to tell me how

where is my golden chance, who knows when it comes

can someone answer me,

where is my tomorrow?

A ray of hope

She sits still in deep thoughts,

how life must be unfair to her

they tell her its a passing glance

they ask her to wipe off her dust, get on her feet and walk

some say its the faster you step up that counts..

All this is noise to her,

How can she forget it all

how can she close her eyes, and see the sun rays above her

she is troubled, her mind, her thoughts, herself

she tries music, futile

her favorite movie series, futile

her new book which she was excited about,futile

she tries the cookies, her best of all times, futile

she wants no visitors, she wants herself alone

why me, why me she begs the world for answers

what did i do for all these

wasn’t i the best kid to mama

didn’t i always be top of my cass

wasn’t my contribution in church exemplary

then why me, why me

she is hopeless

nothing seems sensible anymore

Jesus saves, he is the only ray of hope

when all gets dark, He still shines

cheers up, there is hope

Dusk again,

Its dusk again, make a difference for each new day

Its dusk again, make a difference for each new day

lets see, to do list 1, 2, 3

OK , its dusk again, how many tasks have i fulfilled, all none

personal view ,

The end of the day, sounds usual

but wait, its over, never back again, don’t even try regret

you had a whole day, a whole morning, it was up to you and me

Tomorrow will come(we hope)

tomorrow will be better, if you make it better

Its possible, just need to plan, no stress

let life move on, let yourself make a diffrence

let not day pass you by, once gone ,its gone

cheers to those who made a difference. It one life, We live now