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Within no notice came a terrific roar. And then another. The ground shook under our feet and a blast of hot air sent us sprawling. My face hit the concrete surface of the pavement supported by my left hand and I felt blood warm in my nose. There was a horrible splintering noise as the building adjacent began to crackle. The Agony of Poverty sent as to the vicinity of the tragedy hoping for the best. Gone are the days when people did not realize they were poor.
There was long wailing all over the place. I stared at the tragic scenery, emotion strangling any reply, actual tears in my eyes. It was a moment to reckon. We shared various very crucial occasions such us this, it struck me how we managed to overcome the depth of such incidences in the Agony of poverty, the ordeal we had been through –not only facing the prospect of imminent death with my peers, but also loosing all our livelihoods.
The Agony of Poverty not only trained us to rush to fatal scenes to see if we could defeat death but also to gain a dollar or more by salvaging what we thought was manna from Heaven. It isn’t new for petrol tankers to have dropped in ditches or fallen in sharp corners, creating a free flowing sea of petroleum products. Even with well known knowledge of the outcome of similar incidents, the Agony of Poverty became a stronger spirit of control rather than a savior.