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MUSTARD III – Ch. 19 | KT OLLA

MR Jonah glanced at his colleague and could tell he wasn’t cross with him.

If Mr Morrow felt upset with my question, he wouldn’t have answered me.

But since he went talking something else, and stopped now to listen, then he must’ve given it a thought.

With this, Jonah took on the talk and hit the nail.

‘It is life as you say—not school life or work life.

‘But that life has yesterday, today, and tomorrow. So how do we face Tomorrow?

‘Maybe I’m asking you since your name means the Future. But how do you face Future, sir?’

Those words hit Morrow and he couldn’t stay upset. He looked away and sighed.

But then Jonah brought hope.

‘Mister Jo,’ he called. ‘There is a way to beat life’s troubles whichever way they present themselves.

‘I did Biology education at teachers’ college, you know. And there’s this thing called being immune via vaccine.

‘Well, before the Westerners brought vaccines here, we’ve developed immunity to several airborne diseases.

‘So, we don’t ever come down with flu when we catch cold. We get catarrh, rest and get up again.

‘Then for fever, we just take some herb concoction, and we’re cured.

‘We even get deep cuts and heal up without infection most times.

‘You see, that’s body immunity!

‘But then, we didn’t know future. That measles can come, or rheumatism, or something they call smallpox – and trouble us.

‘We weren’t prepared. But they came. Yes, they came; but we weren’t immune!’

Jo Morrow felt it. The picture, the sense, and everything else.

He thought about the moment in terms of tomorrow. He thought about his life in future years.

He was hit, and felt it. But Jon wasn’t done.

He repeated. ‘Yes, we weren’t prepared then – but now we are! But life... how do we face it?

‘Just how do we prepare?’

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