It’s always on
him. The same look. It’s the same old bag. And the same blue shoes, or
sometimes the red ones. And those jackets he always wore. And that modest cross
made of a coconut shell that functioned as his identity. And the blue-capped
bottle. It’s always on him: Modesty. He was born modest, raised modestly, and so
he grows modestly. The way he speaks, thinks, acts, jokes… the way he lives.
Read his blog. Know him and spend at least a day with him. Walk with him to
malls or to a church. You’ll see what I mean.
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| Modesty |
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