I'm an unlucky and a lucky man at the same time, and the lucky part of me is that I'm a good looking guy no offense and to top it up I got a beautiful and sweet woman to call my wife. But the unlucky part is the financial aspect of my life, the lack of ability to provide a better life for my wife and children despite me being a graduate and a first class one at that, but it's seems he's truly unlucky, it was like a generational curse that anybody from the adewale family will never make it in life and he felt like it was his destiny to prove them wrong. As the first son of his father and his father being the first son of his grandfather, their family line was the most significant of the family tree because the adewale family valued first son's, and with great comes great responsibility and u might think I'm exaggerating but that's how it is and when you're unable to fulfill those responsibilities, u might fill so bad you start to hate yourself. I'm a son, a brother, a father and a husband and if I can't provide a better life for the people close to me then I'm really a failure in life, and I'm so desperate to extent that if I can exchange my long life on earth if really I had that for power and wealth, I Will.

I'm currently coming back from work and I'm heading home still thinking about my imperfect life and I know it's impossible for a human being to have a perfect life but at least in terms of worldly materials I want to be on top of the food chain. Knocking the door of my rented apartment my wife Samantha opened the door for me with a smile plastered on that beautiful lips of hers, "good evening how was work" asked Samantha, that was her usual Everytime I came back from work, she's a good wife and a good mother at the same time, she's the kind every man would love to have as a wife, she's beautiful, hardworking, nice and obedient. Looking at my husband who looked exhausted I felt worried and sad but I knew they was nothing I could do other than praying for him and hoping our condition will not remain permanent. Coming inside the house I heard the children screaming daddy oyoyo daddy oyoyo this was how most Nigerian kids greet their parents after coming back from work, I had three kids and currently I was being by the two younger ones while the older one stood aside and greeted me by saying daddy good evening proving to be much more matured, he's my first son and the first born of the house Michael adewale, that was the name I named him when he was born,the one to my left hugging me is treasure adewale the princess of the house and she's just eight years old two years younger than Michael while the one to my right is marvelous adewale the third born of the house who is five years old, so all in all I have two sons and one daughter, hugging them back I brought out Three biscuits I bought on my way back, giving each person a biscuit. "Okay go freshen up so we can" Samantha said, I nodded and walked inside the bathroom which barely had space while Samantha entered the kitchen to bring out the dishes and the kids helped her as well. After my bath we all sat down on the carpet floor to eat boiled potatoes and red oil, it was cheap and affordable so this is our main food most times and while eating I also thought of what to do to change this situation, it was a habit I've developed for a long time but it seems today was different because while thinking and eating something unexpected happened

DING

I was confused where the sound came from and I looked at the others but they were eating with focus without a care of the world and so I knew I was the only one who heard that.