Jay journey to the palace was a debated one. It was an idea Cole, was partially in alliance with. He just had to tag on certainly because of the circumstances that surrounded the situation.
In addition, as much as his reasons seems valid, destiny says otherwise. In the quest and journey of life, some action can't be undone or neglected. It just had to take place.
Jay entry into the palace was one of them. As much as Cole loves and value his son. He has well sworn not to be a thorn in his plantation all in the name of protection. If not anyone, Cole knew better. He had gone through different phase and paragraphs of life. What he had learnt and saw brought I'm to a conclusion. Some stages in life can't be uttered or cancelled, you just have to solve them as they evolve around.
Jay had gone through some coaching lesson giving to him by Cole, making preference about palace life. In Cole words, the palace is a royal house meant for the king and his royal members.
Conspiracy and hatred is a paramount feature of the palace. "He further added" there is no such thing as trust. Every individual walks and trend cautiously with eyes in their back.
Observing from a different point of view, it is a safe abode for some, yet a catastrophic place for others. A wise and clever mind is needed for survival, lest you forget, for some, your growth and prosperity wields as a heavy threat to them. Keep a private mind and do not be too forward to speak. Do more of the hearing than speaking.
Cole structured the advise into Jay ear. The young lad nodded in accordance to his words. Cole felt unsatisfied with his words of advise, to him they were not enough. He decided to buttress his point by telling Jay a short story of a certain meat butcher commonly known as Edwin. He was the lowest and most disrespected butcher in the market square.
At first his sales were the lowest, the profit was definitely nothing to write home about.
It was a penny compared to what other butcher make in the circle of a day. His fellow colleague makes the matter go from bad to worse. They took it as a responsibility to add salt to his bruised wound. They tampered and spat abuse right in his face, calling him an inexperienced butcher.
They were all ignorant. Edwin started the business with a very low capital but has managed to utilize the little he has. Unlike them who had more than enough to finance the scheme.
But there was a clear difference between he and the rest butchers. Honesty! he was an honest man to the core. A pure definition of diligence and truth.
Despite his low sales and poor business capital, his product were more applaudable in terms of quality and quantity. He welcomes customers in a more reserved manner, making them feel more special and important. This was an attribute his fellow colleagues failed woefully to acquire. As the saying goes, hard work and honesty is a great milestone to success.
The table turned all over, in favor of Edwin. He started gaining audience. People started patronizing him much better. His sale rose to to fame, his capital wasn't left behind, they skyrocketed, launching so deep into the sky. It was indeed a life changer for the young and determined Edwin. He was no longer the unlucky butcher who always had left over meat on his butcher block.
People from far away communities came to get a taste of the butchers amazing meat. What was going on? His fellow butcher thought. What exactly was the cause of this sudden transformation. Oswald, a fellow colleague was the most affected of all. His mouth never run dry of gossip.
It was no surprise, that he was titled the market chatter box.
He was among those who made jest and mockery of Edwin. He nailed Edwin as too quite and solo of a man. He urged Edwin to join him in his gossip plight, claiming the fact, most customers admire lousy marketers like himself. What a fool! Edwin thought. The table had surely flipped over. Oswald customers had permanently vacated and abandoned him. They all choose Edwin over him.
Oswald took outmost disgust and hatred in Edwin, he went ahead, crafting all form of gossip, calling him names one couldn't have imagine existed. Edwin was doing great, he was sowing higher but his haters were swelling up in anger. They saw him as a a thorn in the flesh. A weed that has to be uprooted before it takes control of their plantation.
In the blink of an eye, conspiracy sets in The envy and hate were no longer paraded or displayed in words. They were to be swinger into action. They ganged up together and came up with a plan aimed at tarnishing his accountable reputation. Unknown to them, Edwin was a smart man with an intelligent mind.
He might look meek and vulnerable but he was an embodiment of knowledge. Oswald and the rest jealous butcher decided to give Edwin a taste of his own poison. Edwin always preserved his meat in a very desolated hut, a little distance from the distinct part of the town. He never joined other meat butchers in preserving meat collectively. He was a one man solder.
As early as the first cock crow, preparation to transport the meat into the market has began.
Enemies were keeping a close eye on him. They navigated and channeled their evil eye on him.
The men mentored his daily movement, scanning and following every footstep he takes. After weeks of spying, Edwin hideout became known.
They were all mouth agape. So, he was this smart. They were all bunch of non redeemable fools, they finally agreed. As usual, Edwin was getting ready to go back home after a productive day. But he noticed something strange. The market was quite, not a word from his fellow butchers. Even Oswald the talkative suddenly turned a new leaf which makes Edwin grew suspicious.
He was an observant man. He knew how to sketch through people, merely looking at their facial expression and muscular movement. He could tell something was not adding up. "Night came", the bunch of evil men embarked on their evil mission. At the hearing of the first cock crow, Edwin headed towards the hut with an already skinned bush meat, hanging it around his shoulder.
He could sense the aroma of danger fumigating the territory. In cases like this, you have to be one step ahead of the enemy. He dropped the meat on the slaughtering table and brought out his cutting knife, dividing the meat into smaller portion that would sought the buyers.
When he was certain about the presence of the enemy, he disappeared! Pretending to go get some water for washing.
This was a perfect opportunity for the men to explore their evil agenda. After looking front and back, left and right and was sure they saw no human figure. Oswald came forward and blew a portion of white powder on the meat. Unknown to them, Edwin was watching. Morning came and daily activities resumed. The men felt so comfortable, they felt very relaxed and seems to be at peace.
Finally the thorn would be fetched out of their plantation. But Edwin had a plan B. Shortly after the men carried out their evil scheme, he had managed to smuggle his way into their preservation room and distributed the poisoned meat on each butcher product without leaving anyone behind. Customers came and patronized. In less than twelve hours, dozens and even scores of customers came to sue the men to court, considering how terrible and disgusting the meat smell
That was the end, they sparked up a fire only to kindle into it. The men couldn't stand the disgrace, they were accused of selling rotten and decayed meat.