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When all hope was lost

After all our hustle, we finally got the project.
Saying we were ecstatic would even be an understatement.
Words could not express the joy we felt.
We were so happy!!
We knew our path to greatness had begun.
We could taste success though it seemed miles away.
Our journey of a thousand mile, we had begun with a step of attaining the project.
"Yes, we finally did it!!" - we exclaimed.


Filled with hope we began the project, our journey.

Our project was to be completed in a year.

We often would say "A year is more than we need. We can finish in less than 11."
Filled with hope, we did our best.


"The path to success is not rosy."
"Nothing good comes easy."
"Great successes are borne out of great sufferings."
With these words in our minds, we worked hard.
We gave it all we had.
Day and night we worked.
Hardly resting. 


All was going well.
We were on track.
We were filled with so much joy.
We knew we had completed about 80% of our path to greatness.
Filled with hope we continued our project.


All was well with our project till the tenth month.
The month we believed was our final month.
Everything just turned upside down.
Our investors were no longer interested.
To them, 10 months of theirs had been wasted on us.
They no longer saw the essence of our project.
"Investing in you was a great loss!" the boss said. 

Now hope was starting to fade away.

 

We had given off our best.
We had worked on this project 24/7.
We hardly rested!
Then this?
We tried to speak to them
To explain to anyone who would listen
But none was interested.
We did so for a month.
All hope seemed to be lost.

 

I was sad yet I could not cry
Not because I was strong
But because my eyes
Were in a state of shock.
The eyes just like my brain
could not process it.
My eyes could not tear up.
I sat behind my desk
All hope seemed lost

Truly, all hope seemed lost.

 

We looked forward to success in the twelfth month
Only to be shattered in the tenth.
Month 11 presented no hope.
I raised my head from my desk
Only to see you weeping on yours.
At that very moment
I gave up.
Finally, all hope had been lost.


I walked up to you
Filled with sadness
I was there to help you give up
I was there to tell you there was no hope
I was ready to console you
Then
You look up at me
Wipe your tears
Held my hand
And smiled.
I could not believe it
How could the weeper give me a smile?
Not just any smile, but a Duchenne smile
The sincerest of all smiles.
At that very moment, I knew all hope was not lost.

 

When all hope seemed lost, you were there.
When failure seemed like our final destination
You encouraged me
We persisted, never giving up.
We held hands and said a short prayer.
Having faith and filled with hope
We went back to the investors
Miraculously they were ready for us
They listened
And they invested.


We enjoy our success today because of you.
Your smile gave me hope.
Your touch gave me confidence.
Your prayer moved our mountain.
Having zero hope
You filled me with hope
To the brim.
When all hope seemed lost, there you were.
Where you have always been.

 



Written by J-Elle
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Location: Accra, Ghana

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