My name is David Akaninyene Eteka and this is my story, a simple one it may be, but it's the story of the realities of life's ephemeral nature, like the wind, it blows away.
My grand dad was a senior police officer who retired as an Assistant Commissioner of police, he had houses everywhere and a brand-new Peugeot 504 saloon car, my mom told me of how the car was so valued that to enter it, one needed to remove his or her shoes and keep on his /her legs so as not to stain the vehicle.
The vehicle was kind of idolised because it was a rare feat to have a car then, he would order his servants to wash it several times before he would certify it clean, my grand dads's car was not to be toiled with, never! Except you didn't value your life.
An old Car, no longer in Use
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But in the early 2000, at the advent of the new millennium, the car became so old fashioned that one could refuse it as a gift. This shows how temporary life is, the only thing permanent is what we do for others and lives we touch.
An Abandoned Olden Day Computer
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Nothing at all is permanent, not the house, vehicles, no money, nothing, just nothing, but too many times man invests on the tangible, the seen, the obvious, than he cares about the intangible. Everything will pass away except the things we did.
(An Old House)
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