Greetings members of the Hive- Reachout community. You're welcome to my blog.
This is week 65's prompt, and I'm asked to write about something I can never do.
Every human being on earth has that one thing they can never do. Is not as if they cannot do that thing.
But the reason is that they know if they want to do it, it might ruin their reputations. Aside from ruining their reputations, it might take them to their early grave.
So the same thing applies to me. There are so many things I can never get involved in no matter what. But I would be talking about one of them.
One of the things I can never do is to kill. Killing is one of the things I kicked against, and I always pray to God to help me not to carry a knife or any weapon that would end up in me killing someone.
Blood, is very precious, and needs not to be wasted. Nothing hurts like killing my fellow human being because of a little misunderstanding.
Even the scriptures warn me about that. Personally, if I see two people fighting, maybe at the end of the fight one person is injured and blood comes out, I always look as if I'm dead, but I'm not.
I grew up with this mindset that if by mistake I stain my hands with blood, it would never be well with me. The reason is that I've seen people who stain their hands with blood once or twice a week.
They don't see it as a crime either, and if they stay a whole day without spilling blood, they would look for something to do, so one would get upset, and they would use that opportunity to get rid of you.
This is one of the reasons, I promised myself that I won't do that. I remember hitting someone's hen when I was still in primary school.
The hen fell, and blood was coming out of its head, and the next thing, it died. My dad came back and met me crying, and the hen was lying in front of me.
My dad asked me who killed the hen, and I said I was the one. He beat me mercilessly, and he ordered me to take it to the owner's house.
He asked me to tell the owner what happened, so I went there. I told the owner everything, and I did.
So I felt sorry for that hen, and I promise never to spill blood.
This morning when I woke up, the police surrounded my compound; there were more than fifty. They came to arrest a guy who stabbed someone a few days ago. But unfortunately, they arrested the wrong person, but they later released him.
This is what killing could do.
This post is in response to Hive- reachout initiative 65.
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