The other night, not too long ago, I stepped out of my home, I live in the heart of Suva and I saw this Fijian man sweeping the streets in the silence of the night and I thought to myself how the nation is filled with hundreds of men and women who silently contribute to building the nation, many of whom will never be seen, who will never receive standing ovations but whose invaluable contribution to society weaves a tapestry so tight that in it the dreams and destinies of a nation rests.
This man, probably has a family and takes home his meagre earnings, puts his children through school, trains and builds his family. He probably has a dog called "Rambo" or not. He swept the streets, so diligently, that my heart swelled when I saw the robust effort that he put into his work.
This man, probably has a family and takes home his meagre earnings, puts his children through school, trains and builds his family. He probably has a dog called "Rambo" or not. He swept the streets, so diligently, that my heart swelled when I saw the robust effort that he put into his work.
