A beautiful stranger

The sunlight glaring but still the chilling cold. The unmistakable roars of the engine in distress. Yet another day to kill at work, i sighed. My eyes wandered and there he was sitting a couple of feet from me. An attractive man he was. His soft brown hair neatly cut. His beautiful blue eyes gazed on the passing trees. Cleanly shaven, so sexually attractive. His shoulders so broad showing such manhood. A coat and a briefcase. An important meeting perhaps...
A girl got on the bus and stood beside him balancing herself as the bus pushes forward. She bent down arranging her bags. His attention shifted to her rear. Eyes fixated. Scanned and looked away.
She didn't quite make it, i knew. I looked at her physique. Pear- shaped. Short legs. Fairly beautiful skin. Average rear. She did not quite make it, for him.
She bent again. His attention shifted again. I knew what was on his mind. Males, sexual fantasies and what not.
I smiled just looking at his primitive instincts. I traced his body from his eyes, down his cleanly shaved neck again...and he abruptly pulled himself up with his hands strongly gripping the side pole . The guy next to him alighted. He then lowered his body again and used his arms to drag himself to the window seat.
Something looked amiss.
"Wanna seat?", he asked the standing girl. She took the aisle seat. She KNEW he was looking at her.She sat so uncomfortably with the heels of her feet suspended in the air, putting all the pressure on her toes so as to minimize the size of her thighs.
I smiled again looking at them but something was amiss.
My attention drifted.We reached the station. Everyone got into a queue to obediently alight like kids in pre-school. He pulled himself up with his arms again and swung his left leg out. He waited to join the line. I stopped abruptly. Not knowing why. He looked at me. "Thank you", he said under his breath.
He lowered his right leg, hand firmly gripping the handle of the door. His left followed. He walked off in a hurry, with a limp. A limp.
My heart cried in dismay. I frowned as he limped away. What a pity. He possessed the beauty of a man's physique but why the limp? What went through his mind when i stopped to let him pass? How does he perceive himself as a privileged person? Does he believe in god? Does he hate life?

Taste the poison

Talking about sacrifice, it is nothing as it sounds unless someone gives up their dignity, self-worth and their every ounce of strength for another person. Among the thousands of people i met throughout my lifetime, there are a few who are truly life heroes. Some might earn minimum wages but they are respected for every effort they put in to earning every cent.
I complained. I fretted. I had a wrath against life. Ignorant and blinded by comfort.
I found a job. I'm working. Now i've tasted the poison. To taste exactly how hard it is to have food on the table, or simply to survive.
Now, i think twice before saying how unfair the world is because at the end of the day i know i'm truly blessed.