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THE MAN WHO LOST ALL HOPE

This is the story of a boy who couldn't cope

But there was a man who gave him some hope

With love, he washed him like soap

Till the depressed was full of hope.


This is the story of the boy who couldn't cope

Till a man came and gave him some hope.


But, then, we heard he died;

That is, the man who gave him some hope.

But how did he die?

We heard he took his own life

Because he, too, couldn't cope...



It's indeed strange, how some of the most friendly and helpful people in the world have deep struggles they share with no one, how despite giving hope to others, they end up taking their own lives, or keep suffering in silence. It's a deep tragedy indeed. Let's also take out time to give joy to those who always do their best to make us happy.


© tokede el-iyanu 2021

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  1. Kolawole TokedeAugust 20, 2021 at 6:20 AM

    Excellent piece. We do need to spread the love to everyone... Including those whom you think do not need love anymore because they radiate love.

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    1. IyanuAugust 20, 2021 at 12:34 PM

      Indeed, we should. Warm regards, dear brother. Thank you kindly.

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  2. UnknownAugust 20, 2021 at 1:50 PM

    Real life talk..
    You are so remarkable!
    @Iyanu

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    1. IyanuAugust 21, 2021 at 5:45 AM

      😇😇😇😇 You've given me a lot of joy today. Thank you kindly. 💕❣️

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