20/09/2025
In a small village, there lived a boy named Chike. He was a humble boy, always helping his mother in their little farm. The family was po0r, but Chike never complained.
One hot afternoon, Chike was sent to fetch water from the old well at the edge of the village. The well was far, and people h@rdly used it anymore because it was dry most of the time. Still, Chike carried his clay pot and walked to the well, hoping to get even a little water for his mother.
When he reached the well, he leaned over and peered inside. The well looked d@rk and empty. He sighed deeply, sat on the ground, and placed the clay pot beside him.
As he sat there, a thought came to his mind. “Why do I always give up so quickly? Let me try just once.”
He tied a rope to his pot and lowered it carefully into the well. To his surprise, when he pulled it back up, there was a little water inside.
His ey£s w!dened. He tried again. This time, the pot came up with more water. Chike felt hope rising in his h£art. He worked h@rd, lowering and pulling the pot again and again, until he had filled a small jar.
He smiled and said, “Even a dry well can still give water if I do not give up.”
Chike carried the water home. His mother was surprised and asked, “How did you find water from that old well?”
Chike replied, “Mama, I just kept trying. The water was there, but it needed patience.”
That night, as he lay on his mat, Chike thought of how the well gave water after he refused to give up. He wondered, “Could there be more waiting for me if I return tomorrow?”
What will happen if Chike goes back to the well?
Written by Estyfolktales
Hep me lík , c0ment and shar3 it encöuränge me to continúe 🙏
