The Boy Who Learned to Wait for Morning
In a small town where red dust clung to his shoes, Kofi believed hope had forgotten his name. School felt heavy, money was scarce, and every promise adults made seemed to break like dry sticks. Each night, he lay awake listening to the wind, wondering if tomorrow would look the same.
One evening, Kofi met an old fisherman by the river. The man had empty nets but calm eyes. “Why do you still come here?” Kofi asked.
The fisherman smiled. “Because the river does not announce when the fish will come.”
Days passed. Kofi began helping the fisherman before school. Some mornings, they caught nothing. Other days, the nets were full. Slowly, Kofi understood: effort planted today feeds tomorrow.
Years later, Kofi stood taller, wiser. Life was still hard, but it no longer felt empty. He learned that hope is not loud. It whispers, stay, try again, don’t quit yet.
If you feel there is no hope, remember this: even the darkest African night always makes room for morning. Your story is not finished.
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