Then die

You see, it is been long i went to the gym.So normally what i do these days is walk whenever i have the chance,i can walk from Shita to Mile two for those of us who knows Lagos and from Ozubulu to Orifite, have once tried Obosi to Onitsha.

Flashback.
This particular morning was a normal morning so he came to me and notified me about the jogging. For sure i wanted to jog with him. So this was how we began jogging together every early morning...5am to 6am and we are done.

Now two months and we have never missed a single day so on that fateful day, Mike told me that we will go from 5am to 10am since it is public holiday and also fell on a Saturday.

"What, are you in sane? Mike, i can't do that besides i am not getting set to participate in any tournament "

Mike looked at me and began to laugh then said to me...

..." You have to be fit Rossi, private investigators need to be fit because you never can tell"

..." But five hours jogging is much, Mike"

..."Okay,we go for one hour then you quit and i continue"

We set out that morning and jogged from Port of Spain to Arima, anyone who knows Trinidad and Tobago will understand this. Mike was four years younger than me so by the time we completed an hour ad he was still racking, i had no other choice but to continue. After-all, this guy is younger than me. Now three hours and it became obvious that i can no longer continue. my heart was beating faster; like it was going to explode and i began to wear out rapidly

..."Mike, please i can't jog any more, believe me i now understand how people get heart attack, i will even have to go back with a bus because i cannot walk, believe me, i will die if i ever make any further move.I am done!"

..."Then die" he said and continued jogging

This made me so mad, men! anyone that knows me will tell you that i am an easy going type, when i laugh is the only time i raise my voice so what the hell does Mike think of himself? I questioned. "Anyway, i must catch up with him..."

...trying to catch up with him yielded 7hours jogging and by the time we got home; o! my God, i was feeling so empty.So i went straight to the shower and i also wanted to talk to Mike, to know why he raised his voice on me.

..."Hey! Mickey; why did you raise your voice on me, don't you have respect any more?"

He looked at me, smiled then quietly responded.

..."Rossi,because you might as well be dead, seriously if you always put a limit on what you can do, it will affect you a great deal be it physical or otherwise, it will spread all over you and enter into your bone like oil, it will even affect what you can do as an investigator so you must not stay on the plateaus, No! you must have to move because there are no limits and anytime you ever cite one, go beyond it and if it kill you, it kill you but believe me; my guy, a man must constantly exceed his level".

Comrade, what are you thinking now? You must remove that limitation because you can go further, i did it. Instead of five,seven! And this was one of the reasons why i believe that the end of every good deed is love, yes there is always a bag of love if you keep faith and hopes high then believe and use no other tool but determination

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