I, Gabriel 1

My name is Gabriel, you can call me Gaby. I grow up in the small town of Zuika watching the sufferings the people around me have to go through just to complete a single task and think that they’re not created to suffer this way.

I shed tiny bits of tears one day looking at my mum standing close to the cooker sweating like a sacrificial lamb, kneading the dough she used to bake bread for breakfast. That same day I also cried watching my mum chewing her bread, working hard to grind it with her molars and it seemed hard swallowing it too. At that point, I couldn’t bear it anymore and had to look away. I’m so much pained to know that if I happen to grow up, I will definitely be like them; the same suffering which goes on and on, from dusk to dusk with little or no time for rest.

So, I’ve been thinking that it will be really helpful to invent a machine like a robot but far more sophisticated; like one thousand times more, and can do lots of work in a twinkle of an eye, while people rest their heads. This might take lots of time to construct but I’ll see how it goes.

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Next: Obstacles I face

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Florence Ezekafor

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