POVERTY| HUNGER| ESSAY
When Poverty Whips You With Hunger
You wouldn’t know when you start doing a once-upon-a-time-rejected job
The story of the Prodigal Son is fictional. The verisimilitude is however sharply striking.
Hunger does not know a big man. He does not respect a rich kid. He never recognizes how anyone could have been born with a customized silver spoon.
Of course, you do not need to agree with me. Poverty has levels. Poverty has classes. Poverty has degrees.
The highest level of poverty is such that there is even no single tablespoonful of any food to eat. If you misbehave, it is either jail or a more disastrous place you would find yourself.
By then, you would have known that poverty has no brother. He has no friend. He has no colleague and has no favourite.
In theology, they talk about Typology. This is the concept of a person or thing being like another person or thing. (I am not too sure for now).
What I am sure is that Poverty is a type of devil. He is heartless, diabolical, satanic, evil, catastrophic and merciless.
Okay, now let us go back a bit.
