A Gamble that destroyed the Marble

A Gamble that destroyed the Marble..

This story is for the gamblers,people who throw the dice,shove the card and know the winning number..

My name is George,my street friends know me as Gking,I know you will think the G stands for George far from it,the G stands for Gamblers therefore it is ok to address me as Gamblers king.. Back then when I was careless,tactless and reckless,when I move about with dice in my left pocket and a pack of cards at my back pocket,those where my own tools for my everyday business, it is either you meet me at the joint where we were battling not with axe,cutlass or gun, but with dice,cards and money,and other times we can create some dubious show inviting gullible folks to come gamble,imagine telling a person to bet 500 Naira and he would win 5000Naira by just selecting a card,is that ever possible? Some people would say they believe in luck but they end up shocked when they loose their hard earned money,some will go as far as praying to God before selecting,pls what has God got to do with this? moreover He has more important and sensible matters to attend to, I smile within when our unsuspecting players think they are winning until the hands of the game change and start shouting Foul or is it Fowl they want to say because that is what they are,sorry it is late..
Only a master can beat a master at the game, there was this day I was going about doing the gambling wonder then I saw this guy displaying his brilliancy in the game and making money, i decided to show my own talent, atleast there is a part in the bible that says “don’t bury your talent cause you will account for it” but unlike this day I never knew I and my devilish talent would be almost buried, I move towards the guy,I dropped my bet on his table and he did likewise, a large crowd had gather, I won the first,second and third round,the guy use all his puerile tricks at the forth and fifth stage as a master that I was I won easily,then he couldn’t control his anger, a fight broke out, I never for once believe in black magic or voodoo, he hit my chest and I dropped down like a log of wood,the mighty gambler was down, I couldn’t stand,I was rushed home,for month I lay on my back not moving,not siting,not doing anything then I was carried to a church where I was delivered, it was then sense dawn on me,”It was not as if I was born with golden plate not spoon this time,I was born with marble plate,rather than shine and assemble it proper maybe God in heaven would have seen my hard work and given me a golden plate but I gambled and it all waddled away”

The end..



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