STORY OF A POOR VILLAGE

When i was living in my own, village, i was thinking that my village was the very bad one, but when i got to this area i notice that my village is one of the beautiful town in my state.
A friend of mine, invited me to her sister's marriage in one of the community, in my area.
I decided to pick a tricycle, (keke).

Not knowing that they is no good bridge to cross
We took like 25 to 30 minutes before crossing the place.
And when we got there I noticed that the village entirely has no good road nor a good place to stay, after a successful marriage we we where looking forward to a better way that will take us back to our home town, but unfortunately we have no other place than to go back to the same way we took. When we where on our way, close to the bridge, I was very afraid of passing the bridge because the little mistakes u do will take to you to the water, since my life is very precious to me, I decided to take a local boots while my tricycle drive (Keke)

Is looking forward to passed the bad bridge.
The celebrants was on our back waiting for us to pass while they are inside their motor car

since I took a boots, it's was very easy for me to cross the little deep river. After passing the whole place, we were still having some challenging such as, gap, unclear Bush, water on the road, and many more. It was taking me almost a whole day to get there and return back.
After all, I thank God, and am happy for save journey back to my home town

Here, is my hometown, hope is a little beautiful then the other one we went for a marriage ceremony