WHY?

   There are certain questions we often ask ourselves or other people, such questions include but not limited to; why the continous search for job? Why stay with the same woman? Why go to school or get educated? Why obey elders? Why make efforts to pass examinations? Why listen in class? Why continue this or that relationship? Why continue in the pursuit of this degree? Why can’t I just pass this course? Why am I still in this ccountry? when I can afford living in another country. Why do I keep doing this or that? All these and many more other questions are what we try to find answers to everyday.
However, in this write up, I am to use the illustration of a young boy who is a racer to answer the question why? There is this proverb that says “Whether win or lose, the will not to quit makes the runner a winner”.
The poem below titled “THE RACER” was gotten from the book finishing strong by Steve Farrar.  
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore-three strikes, I’m out-why try?”
The will to rise had disappeared; all hope had fled away,
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
“I’ve lost, so what’s the use,” he thought, “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up”, an echo sounded low, “Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here, so get up and win the race”.
With borrowed will, “Get up”, it said “You haven’t lost at all,
For winning is not more than this-to rise each time you fall.”
So up he rose to win once more, and with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again,
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner as he crossed, first place,
Head high and proud and happy; no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, last place,
The crowd gave him the greater for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
There are times we ask the question WHY? For every why you ask there is an answer, always try to remember the thing that made you start the journey, always try to remember that there is hope. I cannot inform you that there will not be any tribulation, or temptation, but do not quit, get up and keep running so that you can finish your race on this earth strong.
                 

                                                                                                 Erekata Famous