I was walking down the street when I saw a couple of kids
running towards a mango tree. I stood for a while and watched, my head turned
in anticipation of what this little kids were up to, my eyes keyed in deeply,
my feet could barely move not just because I choose not to but because they
were also interested too, then my brains calculated and quickly classified
these kids into three.
The first set of the struggled amongst themselves to do away
with the mangos on the floor most of which (Mangos) were bad, they just didn’t
care.
The Second set of kids climbed the tree to get the good ones
on top at all cost, the determination in their eyes and the focus they had
could melt a mountain of ice form a thousand miles. But unfortunately just like
Samson, they were distracted by Delilah’s of the mango tree. They ended up with
the mangos that were not so bad, neither were they good (they were just there).
