Made To Crow

The help at my family house has decided to adopt a few chickens. I said adopt because there's no way he would want to pay for them. He probably saw a few homeless chicks wandering about for food and decided to take them in.

Anyways, the cock amongst them has disturbed my early morning sleep. It starts to crow as early as 5am and the crowing would be continuous for about nine times in a row. That chicken must have travelled from my village. In my half-asleep half-awake state I pondered: how do I end this nuisance? It was either to let the chicks go or kill them. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by asking the chickens to be sent packing. Was its crowing something I could get used to and even sleep through?

A few mornings later as the cock was crowing, I remembered a challenge I often faced: waking up early enough to have quality time with my maker before the hustle and bustle of the day. Soo my crowing chick could have been a blessing in disguise. I could take advantage of the half-awake state the chick's crowing throws me into and arise to actually worship my maker. It is no mean feat I tell you, my alarm clock has failed me on countless occasions.

I realise that just as the cock was made to crow, I was born to worship. I best embrace my nature and crow every morning. I'm off now to find the answer to an emergent query: are those chicks being fatted for food or is their adoption simply an altruistic gesture.