@BAAK
Dear skerian,i admire the vigour in your stories,but I think you miss the point and the story as well! Maybe the dots mean that we need to read in berween the lines but the much known story goes like this:
Once upon a time there was a prolonged dry spell in the land beyond the seas and one young man calles Ekwe was a water vendor who used to draw water from a well and sell to others. As others cried for rain to come,Ekwe,who inherited the well from his father,who in turn had inherited it from Ekwe's grandfather also called Ekwe,would use the well with wisdom in such times of famine,as he was taught over and over by his ancestors,he would advise the people if his land to be careful in using this precious commodity and to save some for tomorrow,coz we never know.
But the people would not listen and would just continue prayng with no avail and using the water as if tommow will rain. Ekwe instead,knowing his well inside out,saved enough water for himself and his family and so when water got finished in all rhe wells,people perished,other ran away never to come back,other persevered. Finally rain came,and a slow return of people old and new was witnessed by Ekwe,who's well was blessed with water all over again.
Who's the pesssimist?
Mors Tua,Vita Mea. (latin)