A Moment In A God’s Life. (short story written and edited by Richard Jr Ocaya)

A Moment In A God’s Life

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

1

The hall where this event takes place is in a school’s hall. The hall is packed with unhappy lovers, but no one seems unhappy. They are here to see ‘Thuso the love doctor’, because they are looking for solutions to solve, if I can say problems, in their relationships.

Everyone is dressed decently and everyone is polite with one another.

‘Baby, did you bring the lighter?’

He passes the woman the lighter.

‘We’ll catch a smoke after Thuso finishes.’

Her man nods, he didn’t look happy.

I’m sitting next to a couple; I couldn’t help but notice when the woman asked for the lighter. She speaks loudly and harshly. I bet she calls the shots in their relationship. Sad.

‘Hey,’ the woman whispers to me.

Why is she looking at me like that? Why is she even looking at me? I swear the way she breathed down my neck.

‘Hello ma’am,’ I answer.

‘I like the way you dress; I wish my husband could follow in your steps,’ she whispered.

The hell did this woman just say to me? Some people have the audacity to be crazy.

She brings out her left hand to feel the material of my pants in a way her man shouldn’t see.

‘I love the way this feels,’ she says with lust dripping all over her voice.

‘Ma’am,’ her eyes locked into mines, ‘Get your motherfucking hands off me.’

Her hand shocks back. I take a good look at her husband and he is very aware of what happened. He is looking at me as his woman is looking at me. I look at him and shake my head displaying my disappointment.

The man looks away toward the stage where Thuso stood speaking before his woman would notice that he saw what happened.

Is this man scared of his woman? Is he going to say anything?

‘Good people, we have come to the end of my advice for a loveless relationship and marriage. I hope you have foun—’ The love doctor has been yapping from beginning to end. Nothing helpful except just making jokes and trying to sound smart. Waste of time. I stood up and walked out before he finished.

Everyone else is still seated down, and me being very tall, I noticed how nearly everyone in the entire hall was eye balling me. Why though? Is it because I am single? Is there anything wrong with not being with a woman as a fully grown man?

I walked toward the back where the bright rays of the sun penetrated through the glass doors into a dark hall. No one even tells me goodbye, nor do I.

That woman doesn’t know who I am. This woman doesn’t know what I am capable of. This woman doesn’t even know why I was there. I now know her secrets. I see her secrets already replaying in my mind. How could you not respects ones free will?

Doors unlock.

Engine revs.

Shuts door.

I spit through the window.

I drive off.

I saw the scars on her wrist when she touched me. You want to escape that bondage, but you forced your way into it. I feel the unconscious anger in that man’s heart.

You wasted your time going to see Thuso, yapping won’t fix that thing. I won’t bother helping neither, you put yourself in that situation.

I put on my favorite songs.

My petrol is near empty, pfshh.

Hands on steering wheel, accelerates softly.

I see the couple and many others walking out the building. Their façades have crumbled. None of them are smiling.

None of these people have nice cars, I got the best one here. Welp. Sucks to be them right now.

I drive off heading to the garage.

 

At the garage.

‘Ey, grootman!’ exclaimed the petrol attendant, ‘How’s it.’

‘I am good man, beautiful day it is today huh?’

‘Truly,’ he says, ‘The usual right?’

‘Ahh, watseba grootman,’ I respond. ‘Don’t cheat me even with a rand, petrol is too expensive.’

We laugh.

‘Please wash my windscreen, I’ll be back.’

‘Okay,’ dutifully the petrol attendant say.

I rush off into the garage’s store and get myself some gummies. The receptionist is a female. She is looking up to me. I choose not to engage eye contact.

‘Afternoon ma’am,’ I say.

‘Afternoon,’ she answers.

She scans the gummies, I give her cash, receipt, I get change, I leave.

My beautiful car waits for me. This vehicle of mines is not my biggest achievement but it motivates and reminds me of how capable and how talented I am. I gladly return back to my vehicle. I pay for the petrol. The price is one thousand five hundred Rands.

I pay for the petrol.

‘Here grootman,’ I give him change, ‘Enjoy your weekend!’

‘Ahh dankie grootman.’

I smile, enter my vehicle and leave.

I CAN’T WAIT to eat these gummies; my music is playing loud and I’m ripping the plastic wrapper with my teeth. I am happy.

I grab a handful of gummies, shake them and toss them into my mouth the way our fathers toss peanuts into their mouths. I’m laughing at the thought.

 

I enter trance.

I am in a home in the township. I see the date on the television, it’s today.

‘You think I didn’t see you?’ the man from earlier says.

‘You don’t control me. I am a grown woman I can make my own decisions,’ the woman replies.

‘Huh, is that so!’ The husband throws a punch at the woman’s face.

She pulls out her phone to record. The man grabs it and throws it far away. He sees that it is still recording so he goes towards it and stops the recording. Instead of leaving the phone where it was, he keeps it in his pocket. The woman is crying. He nears her, this man’s veins are bulging out of his forehead.

Trance ends.

 

Oh, I’m back home already.

Electric gate opens, and I drive into my home. Electric gate closes.

It gets dark quick in winter here, nothing I’m not unfamiliar with.

Whistles.

I can’t wait to start cooking dinner. That recipe from the Goddess on YouTube. What’s her name? Dang. I forgot. But that grilled fish and fried plantain, oh my! I’m curling my toes man. I can’t wait to cook dinner.

Garage door opens, I drive in and park my car. Garage door closes.

Opens car door.

Scratch, gasping.

I can hear she is so excited to meet me.

‘Slow down, Garnet I’m coming girl.’

I lock my car.

Twice.

You can never be too sure.

I open my door leading into my house and my dogs jumps on me. Big girl, she reaches my face despite my height. She’s a giant like me.

‘Oh Garnie,’ I rub and hug full of love and joy, ‘I missed you so-so much.’ These little moments I appreciate very much.

‘Are you hungry girl?’

Woof, woof.

‘No stress Garnie, I’m hungry too.’ I say, ‘Let’s get going.’

We head into the house.

I am single and live alone, so I find it weird if I don’t leave any background noise in my house. I leave ambient tracks playing to fill in the silence. It elevates the mood of my house. I go to the bathroom and wash my hands first, then my face. Next up, the bedroom. I remove my watch, my Turquoise chain and place them in their drawers. I take out my phone from my pants.

Checks notifications.

‘Heyy! What you doing?’

‘I thought you wanted me.’

Who the hell are these people?

Dad: ‘I’m also doing okay. My health has never been better.’

I respond to my dad, ‘:D. I love to hear it. I’ll come and meet you next weekend, I know you are busy on the farm.’

I throw the phone on the bed.

Sighs.

I dropped my pants. My underwear is pinching me! They tuck into my family jewels uncomfortably. I need to buy better ones.

Removes underwear.

Removes shirt.

Throws the clothes in the washing bin.

Opens wardrobe.

‘I like these loose pants, and uhh, I’ll go shirtless,’ I say out loud.

Closes wardrobe.

Garnet let’s get you some food.

Opens freezer, takes out Wagyu.

Defrosts.

Places in bowl.

‘Here.’

Fills bowl with water.

Clack.

Prepares dinner.

2 hours later.

Dishes food.

Sits down on the living rooms couch.

‘This is delicious, wow. Our Goddesses are different when it comes to the plate,’ I say, ‘thanks for the recipe, I’ll like and leave a nice comment.’

Looks around in panic.

‘!!!’

‘Where is my phone?’

Garnet looks at me and tilts her head.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’

Remembers.

‘Oh,’ I giggle, ‘on my bed.’

I’ll comment when I finish eating.

Finishes dinner.

Washes dishes.

Turns off all the lights.

Heads toward the sliding door opening to the backyard.

Opens sliding door.

Sits on an outdoor couch exclusively designed for unwinding.

Takes out herb things from its hiding spot and rolls a joint.

‘Garnie, please go fetch my lighter.’

Garnet routinely walks back into the house and fetches the lighter resting peacefully under the living rooms table.’

‘Thank you,’ rubs the dog.

Spark, spark.

Pulls

Inhales.

Blows.

 

2

 

‘You have to put your menstrual blood in it.’

‘Really?’

‘Ee mokgotsi. Trust me, it works.’

 

‘Eugh,’ I finally get out of paralysis.

Breathes in.

Breathes out.

‘I’m not getting out my home for the entire month, people are scary,’ I say.

Heads into bathroom, brushes teeth, washes face and wipes face with a towel.

Picks up remote.

Plays ‘Call me when you get lost.’

Increases volume to 100.

Fixes bed.

Scratching.

‘I’m coming Garnie.’

Garnie is not welcome in my bedroom when I sleep.

Opens door and Garnet runs to the sliding door.

Opens sliding door.

Garnet runs into the balcony.

Beautiful sunny morning. Beautiful trees, chirping birds, no loud cars, no annoying neighbors.

Fixes pillows.

Heads downstairs and out the sliding door leading into the backyard.

Walks toward jungle gym.

300 push-ups.

200 squats.

150 pull ups.

150 curls.

Enters home.

Garnet looks at me.

‘Are you hungry?’

Howls.

Gets Garnets bowls, pours in dog food in one and water in the other.

Opens cupboard, takes 1000ml bottle, cuts lemon in half, pours lemon juice and purified water.

‘Ever since I became aware there are heavy metals in tap water that cause many serious problems such as constipation,’ I laugh to myself, ‘these dudes are tryna kill us. Thank Yah for Zeolite.’

Sits down on couch.

Reduces volume.

Where’s my phone?

Garnet runs to room, and brings phone.

‘Wow Garnie thanks,’ laughs and rubs lovingly.

Opens phone.

Opens app.

Blue.

‘Oh snap,’ I say.

‘50,110.35 USD in profit.’

‘Far from done.’

‘Let me take 25K off, in dollars not Rand’s bra yaka.’

Throws phone to the furthest side of the couch.

Naps on couch.

 

3

Bzz, bzz.

‘I almost forgot, Monday night,’ I say, as I force myself to wake up from my nap.

Bzz, bzz.

I stretch my back, and leap for my phone.

Click.

‘17:00 pm: Go bath!!!’ the alarm notification says.

Swipes up.

Closes windows and curtains.

Heads up to bathroom.

Pulls closer the shower lever and pushes right. Hot water comes gushing out the shower head.

Heads into bedroom.

Opens wardrobe and begins selecting attire.

Red pants, light shirt, a navy blue and gold striped coat. Light blue socks, light red leather sharp nose. All custom made from my designer.

‘I’ll also be taking my turquoise necklace for protection. I’ll leave the watch today.’

Picks up crystal.

 

Gets lost in a trance.

‘Here is some food,’ a woman says.

A man sits waiting for food on a dinner table.

Gets out of trance.

 

‘Whose house is that?’ I ask, ‘I think it’s the woman’s home.’

Places crystal on the neckline of the shirt.

Takes pants off.

Covers locs in a bonnet.

Walks into shower.

9 minutes later.

Walks out of shower.

Opens window, steam escapes hurriedly to become cold thin air.

Mops floor.

Brushes tongue and teeth.

‘No matter… shsksh… how…. much you brush your teeth, gaa thoo… you’ll still have shitty breath. You got to also… shshsk, shkshk…. brush the white off the tongue.’

Rinses mouth.

Closes window.

Hangs bonnet.

Walks into bedroom.

Dries body, especially on the gonads because it was still wet.

Grabs towel with the right hand and holds the thick chocolate bar with the left hand aside.

Wipes under and around.

Left hand lets go of the chocolate bar and it makes a slap sound when it reaches the right thigh.

Wipes in a stroking motion.

Hangs towel.

Wears underwear.

Applies anti-perspirant on armpits and feet, both different products.

Moisturizes body with coco-butter.

Applies cologne, on neck, torso, both wrists.

Dresses up.

Grabs keys and phone.

Walks downstairs.

Fixes Garnet her dinner.

‘You’ll be all alone for a bit Garnie,’ I say, ‘I’ll be back, okay?’

Woof.

‘Meeting starts at seven pm.’

Checks phone.

‘18:45 pm.’

‘I’ll be there on time, it’s not far from here.’

Walks into garage.

Unlocks luxury vehicle.

Enters.

Garage door opens.

Exits garage.

Garage door closes.

Front gate opens.

Drives out.

Front gate locks.

Checks under seat, Glock 19 and a holy bible.

‘Had to check,’ I say, ‘may I not need to use this tonight Yah.’

Drives to venue.

Arrives.

The venue, is an African cuisine-based restaurant named Thobela here in Joburg. Vuyelwa and I love to meet and eat at this restaurant.

I exit my vehicle.

She arrives with her luxury car and parks right in front of me.

I wait for her by the sidewalk right in front of the restaurants entrance.

Vuyelwa exits her vehicle.

‘Man oh man, our Goddesses are the most beautiful,’ I whisper to myself as I look at her.

We were matching today, she wore a blue and red bonnet and tied it in a way her abundant ether showed. She wore a light red coat. Underneath the coat she wore a navy-blue dress which showed her hourglass figure. Chocolate colored like me. Deep dark eyes, and I say it a lot, like the night sky.

She nears me.

Ooh, she smells so good.

‘Hey bro,’ she excitedly greets me with a smile and a hug.

‘Hi bro!’ I greet with genuine laughter and excitement; I also return the hug.

‘You look amazing,’ she says.

‘You too, and we are matching,’ I respond.

With a big smile, ‘Oh my gosh! We are matching. The synchronicity is going crazy right now,’ she exclaims.

We laugh.

‘Can we go in?’ I ask.

‘Sure.’

Vuyelwa is my only close friend and we like to call each other bro.

We are greeted by a waiter and directed to a table in the middle of the restaurant. Mozambiquan music is playing in the background, everyone here is calm and having a good time, the lights are a comforting and not too bright.

We sit down.

Vuyelwa looks even more majestic under the light.

‘Ey bro, did I ever tell you how sexy you look under the light?’ Vuyelwa jokingly whispers.

‘I was just thinking the same thing.’

The waiter comes by our table.

‘Good evening, what would you like to drink?’ the waiter asks.

‘I’ll have water and lemon,’ I say.

‘I’ll have red wine,’ Vuyelwa says.

With no need to write down the waiter leaves.

‘How was your day?’ Vuyelwa asks.

‘It was okay,’ I respond, ‘how about yours.’

‘It was slow and annoying. My clients did not pitch up as promised today.’

‘Oh man, hopefully you’ll get em tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, Mondays are usually like this though. I contacted them and they said they’ll make it tomorrow but I am going to charge them extra for wasting my time… you know? Sometimes you gotta penalize people for not respecting your time.’

‘True.’

‘Yeah. Are you still getting those visions?’ Vuyelwa asks.

The waiter arrives with the drinks.

‘Thank you,’ Vuyelwa says to the waiter.

‘What would you like to eat?’ the waiter asks.

Vuyelwa looks me in the eye. I look at the waiter.

‘I’ll have ma’dombolo and beef stew, with butternut and cream spinach.’

The waiter and Vuyelwa laugh.

‘Ma’dombolo?’ Vuyelwa giggles, ‘You mean steamed bread?’

‘Keng, we are Africans dude.’

‘You’re right,’ the waiter laughs, seems like that little laugh brought some more life into the waiter.

Vuyelwa looks at the waiter and says, ‘I’ll have the same.’

After jotting down our order, ‘Food will be ready in 20 minutes.’

The waiter leaves.

‘You were asking me something V?’

‘Yes, I was asking if you still see visions.’

‘Oh,’ a brief pause, ‘I still very much do. It’s not like they’ll cease working.’

‘What have you been seeing?’

‘It is quite heavy.’

‘I’m all ears,’ she says.

This is why I only have Vuyelwa as a friend, she is always interested in what I have to say and how I feel.

‘You know how I hate when when people touch me?’ I say.

‘Yeah,’ sips wine.

I sip my water.

‘I know I am single, don’t ask me why but I went Thuso’s event for broken relationships and marriages,’ I sip, ‘Near the end of the event I caught the attention of someone’s woman who was literally seated next to that someone.’

‘Okay,’ sips wine.

‘I never noticed this woman nor do I know her. How does this tie in with the visions? She caressed my thigh. That upset me a lot.’

‘Oh my goodness. Why do some women think they can just put their hands-on men?’ Vuyelwa says, ‘Me knowing you, I bet you put her in her place.’

‘You bet I did,’ I say, ‘These people don’t know I see their past, present and future when they touch me; and it always drains me. I woke up with sleep paralysis because of this woman.’

‘Oh man,’ she says.

‘So why is it heavy?’ I continue, ‘I know why they have troubles in their relationship; that woman fed her now ‘boyfriend’ a love spell. She put her menstrual blood in food and fed it to him, when she asked him to fix her homes light bulbs for her. In that vision in particular, they looked much younger, so this was something done years ago.’

Vuyelwa chokes on her wine.

‘At least you didn’t choke on my—’

‘Eew, shut up!’ she says and wipes her mouth.

I laugh.

‘Is it too much?’ I ask, ‘That’s not all.’

‘No that’s enough,’ she says as she recomposes herself.

The food arrives shortly after.

We thank the waiter and dine on our food.

Her eyes are so beautiful. I sharply analyze her face as we eat and question who designed such art.

We love each other’s company. We don’t get to meet often as we are both quite busy people, but the times we do we always have a pleasing time. I bet she thinks the same about me, at times I just think I am standing next to a mirror when I’m with her.

We finish eating.

The waiter cleans our table.

No desert tonight.

The waiter brings the bill.

‘R666,33.’

‘You see the numbers?’ I ask Vuyelwa.

‘Yeah,’ she says digging into her purse for her wallet.

I bring out my wallet and take out three hundred and fifty, Vuyelwa does the same.

I hand her the money.

‘The remaining change is your tip,’ she says to the waiter.

‘Thank you,’ replies the waiter.

We get up from the table.

‘Have a great rest of your night,’ the waiter says to us.

We thank the waiter and leave the restaurant.

‘It was good seeing you,’ Vuyelwa says.

‘Same thing,’ I respond, ‘I had a great time like always.’

We hug.

‘I’ll see you when I see you bro,’ I says.

‘Sure thing, I’m always available for you dawg. Hit me up anytime you need something.’ she says, ‘Bye.’

‘Bye.’

We both enter our vehicles.

The rain is beginning. Its nearing nine pm.

‘I bet Garnie is scared, she doesn’t like rain.’

I turn on the radio and Brandy’s Brokenhearted plays.

I drive back home.

I enter my home and Garnet is excited to see me.

‘Why are you always so excited to see me,’ I ask and rub Garnie, ‘I missed you too haha.’

A text notification.

From Vuyelwa: ‘I arrived safely.’

I take a selfie with Garnie, I then type, ‘same,’ and send it to her.

 

4

‘Hey!’

This message is from 10 minutes ago

Who are giving these people my number? This is the how manieth sim card I must throw away?’

I respond, ‘Who are you and where did you get my number.’

I place my phone aside.

Bzz.

‘No way she just responded,’ I say to myself.

I open my phone.

‘My name is Nicole and I wanted to know if we could meet up.’

‘The hell,’ I say to myself.

I did not even respond, I blocked her. I don’t know if it is one female or many but who the hell keeps giving them my phone numbers and how are they getting them?

Sunny day today. I had first meditated and exercised then tended to my garden the entire morning. These simple things give me so much peace of mind. I’m not willing to just sacrifice my peace of mind by allowing just anyone into my life. The only people I want in my life are the ones that add onto my peace and not take away from it.

I grab my phone and call Vuyelwa.

‘Hey bro,’ I greet.

‘Hey! How you doin?’

‘I’m doing great bro, how about you?’ I ask.

‘I’m doing lovely,’ she responds, ‘Lemme guess the girls are troubling you?’

‘My goodness, this is why I am calling you.’

Vuyelwa laughs, ‘Man how are they even getting your number?’

‘How the heck should I know bro?’ I laugh, ‘This time her name was Nicole.’

‘That’s a first, you’ve had a Vanessa, Nthabiseng, and ohh, I can never forget Paballo!’

‘Oh yeah! Paballo.’

We both laugh.

A brief silence.

‘I blocked her though, she was saying she wanted to meet up with me.’

‘For what, who even is she?’

‘I know right.’

‘This is weird,’ Vuyelwa says.

‘Very.’

‘I think you got to do something about it?’

‘Do what?’

‘Change the sim card.’

Laughs, ‘If I do that it’ll be the ninth time doing so.’

‘Bro how the hell are they even getting your number?’

‘I wish I knew,’ I disappointedly respond, ‘Don’t worry about me though I carry protection twenty-four eight.’

‘Are you sure I shouldn’t be worried?’

‘A hundred percent.’

‘If you say so,’ Vuyelwa sighs, ‘How is Garnie?’

‘She’s okay, I even believe she misses you.’

‘Ncaw, tell her I miss her too.’

I laugh, ‘I definitely will dude.’

‘Can I come see you tomorrow?’

‘No can do, I’m going to check my pops.’

‘Ok, I hope he is well.’

‘He has never been better.’

‘Glad to hear it bro,’ she says.

‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘let me not disturb you, I know you’re a busy woman.’

‘Ncaw,’ she says, ‘I’m always happy to hear from you.’

‘Same thing. Talk later?’

‘Sure.’

‘Bye,’ I smile.

‘Bye-bye.’

 

Enters trance.

‘Mhmm, this food is good,’ the man says.

The woman blushes, ‘Really.’

‘Oh yes,’ the man says truthfully.

The woman blushes harder.

The trance stops.

 

‘How sad,’ I say to myself, ‘Some women really disgust me.’

I get on my knees.

‘That poor man.’

I begin to pray for protection, self-control, discipline and focus.

Near the end of my prayer, ‘… keep only those that love me around me and nobody else Yah, asé.’

I open my eyes, brought up my head and the afternoon sun warmed my face. I walked outside into the backyard were Garnet was running around chasing the squirrels.

‘Living in a homestead really is peaceful,’ I say, ‘I am so grateful to afford such peace.’

I breathe in deeply, and I breath out.

‘Asé,’ I say to myself.

‘I guess its breakfast time,’ I joke to myself.

Whistles, ‘Garnie girl! Come get food. Back to the house.’

She looks at me and comes running.

‘You are dirty Garnie.’

Woof, woof.

‘You gotta be clean first before you eat.’

Wind chimes are heard from the stoep. The wind begins to blow.

‘Ooh, it’s getting chilly and it’s getting dark. I bet it will rain soon,’ I say rubbing my arms, ‘Let’s get in the house Garnie.’

Garnie is a disciplined dog, she doesn’t make the house dirty and she isn’t loud. Funnily she is also quite helpful and most importantly adds peace into my life.

Closes the sliding door and the curtains.

Turns on the lights in the living room and kitchen, they aren’t too bright, dim orange and always make me feel good. Grab lighter and lights up scented candles.

Walks toward large crystals strategically placed around living room and adjusts them.

Turns on television and plays healing ambient music to let positive vibrations penetrate home.

Heads towards living rooms table and open the cabinets built into the table. Four bags filled with homegrown herb.

‘Oh yes baby!’ I smile, ‘I’m definitely going to enjoy you tonight. But first Garnie.’

I look at Garnie.

‘Let’s go bath girl.’

Garnet has heard that so many times she immediately runs to the second bathroom upstairs leaving me behind.

Leaves the herb on the table and walk upstairs.

I walk to the second bathroom, in here there is a bathtub and not a shower.

The bathtub is filled with warm water.

‘Get in Garnie.’

She does so.

Rinses off the dirt on her body.

Drains the water, and refills the bathtub with warm water. Dog shampoo is poured into the bathtub and is mixed to foam up. Garnie is then scrubbed from head to all paws.

I drain one last time and refill the tub with warm water to rinse the shampoo off her.

I dry her off with her own towel.

I pick up her toothbrush and toothpaste and begin to brush her teeth. Finally, the nails are trimmed.

This entire routine always takes forty-four minutes because of years of habitual action.

We then head downstairs so I can prepare dinner.

My stomach grumbles. I haven’t eaten all day. I fast; for some reason I find it discomforting to eat during the morning, and at different times, the day. When I do eat, I eat healthily and heavily, not ashamed to admit that.

Dinner is prepared and we eat.

After eating the dishes are washed, dried and placed in the drawers.

I open my phone.

No text messages from anyone.

Everything is good.

A fat joint is rolled. The room feels and smells heavenly. Just the smells alone are orgasmic. I walk toward one of the candles and light up the joint.

Rain begins to pour.

I pick up my phone and call one of my best friends, Khau.

‘Oi, Khauhelo,’ I say with a smile.

‘Yo bro, how’s it doing bro.’

‘Ey, I’m doing great bro.’

We spoke and caught up with each other. Please mind your business

 

Ecclesiasticus Chapter 30 verse 15 and 16, New Jerusalem Bible.

‘Health and strength are better than any gold,

No riches can outweigh bodily health,

No enjoyment can surpass a cheerful heart.’

 

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