We know best you know less.

Not every man has enemies, there those who make them just be human, living life by its rules with chins up,pride high, and gutts over the limit. Its amazing and rather depressing when they gather in pair on a table of two hundred, yelling and shouting your name, veins growing on their fore heads-claiming that you dont fit.

"We know best you know less" says a man in a 500$ suit with a proffesional name standing right besides his own. He knows best, the voice echoes again in my head, judjing and trying hard to understand- am poor, probably my life orths less a quater of his silver watch or the broach on his side pocket with his name printed on it.

Last month the same man came standing on my door, before thinking of knocking someone already thought for him- he calls himself lucky, purely dignified and for a poor person like me i should be flatered by his presence on my filthy residence-with flies all over the walls:And yes i was flatered enough to welcome hin inside even though i knew that he came to with a motive of taking my land.

He slowly got in with his two escorts, my pride turning to shame and internal disgrace-i had nothing to offer not even a chair for him sit, before i even thought of apologising- his dry brown red lips moved and said. "Listen low man,I come for the land,It worths more than your dignity and much more your child, you only got 24 hours to live the town".

"He knew best i knew less" i packed my cloths on my slim weak body-they where the only pair i had. Walking with my child side to side on the road of happy land- knowing that even though my child aged 5 last month he was old enough to know how un
happy i was, how unhappy our world was, yes- he knew it all.

After a long walk to no wherewe decided to stop, feed our mouths with a gaze on the stars and the rich color of the clouds-my child looked at me for five minutes long, breaking my heart by the sight of his dry cracked lips while he trembeled by the cold wind that swayed him by-his eyes sparked that day, reminding me of his mother who he never got a chance to see. May her soul rest in peace.

After a long moment of tear trail, i fixed a smile on my face, trying to be a stone and promissing not to break, "He knows best, we know less" I found my self repeating the words though my lips dint move, then my child turned and looked at me in joy and said, "dady dady look its a church there, you always told me that god is our big father right, lets go live with him-am sure he has plenty of rooms for us"- i looked at him and smiled, letting joy find its wat through my sad veins, he was right, we where close to home, close to our fathers home and may he tought me a lesson,he knew best from all the rest-no matter how young he was.

AUTHOR:DOUGLAS KASSANO