On my way home from work today (19th June, 2017), I was so tired, I slept off even before we got to Osborne. I woke up when the bus was at Oworoshoki, I didn't even realise it was raining.
On getting to Anthony linking towards ikorodu road just before the GTBank, I saw a little girl, less than 10 years with a gloomy face. I was partly awake, so I didn't take note of the surrounding.
I noticed she was hawking groundnut and she laid her wares by the road, I felt she was downtrodden due to the sales of the day.
Barely had the bus moved few metres, because there was traffic on that axis, I noticed a large chunk of groundnut littered on the road.
It hit me that the girl wasn't sad because of sales, rather due to the groundnut that fell from her wares and the punishment that awaits her when she gets home.
I felt a pain in my heart, I had to do something. I knew I didn't have cash in my wallet, I have been going to work without cash lately since its Ramadan and no spending at work.
I quickly asked my colleague sitting next to me to give me 500 naira, so I could give her. I beckoned on her, I gave her the 500 naira. She knelt down, without uttering a word probably speechless and I saw happiness in her face
Finally, the bus was on ikorodu road towards Maryland, then I had a flashback.
I remember when i was growing up, less than 10 years too because I was in primary school, there was a neighbour who was a bully and always feared, he sent me on an errand to buy him cooked beans.
I dashed off to the food vendor (canteen) with a stainless bowl, bought the food and was on my way home, the heat from the stainless was unbearable since I didn't carry it in a nylon
The bowl of beans fell off my hands and splashed on the road, I stood there thinking of the punishment that awaits me at home. It's on a weekday in the afternoon and my folks ain't around to bail me.
Suddenly I saw someone beckon at me from a distance, I went to him and he gave me 7 naira (5 naira note and two 1 naira coins)
In the 90s, there were cases (myth) of people turning to goats, yam or whatsoever after collecting things from strangers or picking money from the floor.
However, at that point, nothing mattered to me, provided I get to take a bowl filled with beans home.
I bought the beans, took it home and he didn't notice it wasn't the proportion of a 10 naira beans he asked me to buy for him
Growing up, I had always wonder if that man/boy/Bros (obviously less than 30 years) that gave me that 7 naira was an angel.
Occasionally I do tell people about that incidence, but it was an event that never left my heart
Someday, this little girl selling groundnut will probably have today's event engrained in her memory of how an angel with no wings and golden rings on his head, helped her out of a very impossible situation
I'm not writing this story to amuse you or to get appraisal from you since this is faceless forum
However, it's a true event to tell you that:
We all are angels,
The world would be a better place when we help others selflessly irrespective of who we are rendering the help to (religion, tribe, societal or financial status)
And lastly what goes around comes around
I hope she gets to pass the miracle on to someone else too in the nearest future.
Thanks

cool, am touchd...

Nice one bro.. May God almighty reward you..

Too long, .....I slept off while trying to read it
oya, Go give testimony

God bless you, brother!

Next time do better. Boiled groundnut is N100 for a tin of peak milk. Considering the type of tray they usually carry ....your guess is as good as mine.

Good gesture tho

tinkinjow:
Next time do better. Boiled groundnut is N100 for a tin of peak milk. Considering the type of tray they usually carry ....your guess is as good as mine.

Good gesture tho

Thanks.

It's not the boiled groundnut, rather the one made by heating sand.

It's not about the cash but the relief that comes from the gesture

Good stuff. The N7 man wasn't an angel. He is just a humanist. If society was a bit less selfish, you won't think of him as an angel.

I remember around New Years 2017, I saw a small boy selling pure water under the Gwarinpa hot sun. The boy probably thinks "such is life". If tables turned, and tomorrow I'm selling pure water in the hot sun, I'll probably feel suicidal. I gave him N1000 hoping he'll take a break. He continued selling.

Similar thing in Owerri. I gave a girl N1000 for 2 satchets of pure water just because... I told her to keep the change but she didn't hear me. The girl chased our car for about 200 meters to give me my change. I told her it's hers to keep and she just froze. I feel sad writing this but damn some people have it bad.

I've gone clubbing in all sorts of clubs in VICToRiA Island. I chill with people who can individually spend 500K a night and then head home with Mopol. Outside those clubs are people begging and hungry. It's sad that some of us can spend so much and not even look at our people begging when leaving the club. Around New Years 2016, I spent almost all my Naira in the club (Cova) and had about ten 10K left. When I saw three little kids begging outside, I couldn't just follow my friends home. The guilt was too much. I took them to some restaurant by the side and had rice with them. Security tried to prevent them from entering the restaurant. Man that rice left me with about 1.5K. I had to beg a taxi guy who was charging me money I didn't have to drop me at my hotel. He told me ordinarily he won't drop me for N1500 (to Ikoyi) but he saw what I did. (He probably ripped me off anyways.)

Anyways like someone told me, if you live in Nigeria, you become immune to these things because if you feel bad for every sad situation, you'll end up broke. I have more sad stories but it's for another day. It might sound like I'm bragging but that's fine. I just felt like sharing. You think your life is bad but some people would be glad to be in your shoes. And I believe God rewards me because sometimes I find my self is tough situations and I end up scaling through.

you just saved the 7 naira man's daughter.
That's how the cycle goes.

Well said

jumobi1:
You think your life is bad but some people would be glad to be in your shoes. And I believe God rewards me because sometimes I find my self is tough situations and I end up scaling through.

The importance of charity or being good to people can never be over emphasized.

First quarter of this year, i made a very grave error at work running a little script.

CEO was aware as well as Nigeria rep office MD, i was expecting termination of my employment contract from that error. Throughout that month, we tried to manage the situation, in the end i got a query. May, last month my salary was reviewed and i got a raise. Still in shock though.

It cost absolutely nothing to be good

Abuse of children in country where children are just properties that adults use to survive.. They turn children to breadwinners at the expence of the children's safety,development and childhood.

If you can't selflessly provide for your children,don't have.

Propene:
Well said



The importance of charity or being good to people can never be over emphasized.

First quarter of this year, i made a very grave error at work running a little script.

CEO was aware as well as Nigeria rep office MD, i was expecting termination of my employment contract from that error. Throughout that month, we tried to manage the situation, in the end i got a query. May, last month my salary was reviewed and i got a raise. Still in shock though.

It cost absolutely nothing to be good

God is good man.

redsun:
Abuse of children in country where children are just properties that adults use to survive.. They turn children to breadwinners at the expence of the children's safety,development and childhood.

If you can't selflessly provide for your children,don't have.

Definitely!!!. Two of the kids I took to the restaurant are siblings. The taxi driver told me their elder brother hides in the corner and collects every naira they get. He was also a begger when he was younger. He also told me their mom keeps having kids despite being poor and that I shouldn't worry too much about the little girl because she's pretty. "some rich Alhaji will soon come and marry her"

Now that's what u call tithe and offering.

blueseacats:
Now and that's what u call tithe and offering.

yea

Propene:
On my way home from work today (19th June, 2017), I was so tired, I slept off even before we got to Osborne. I woke up when the bus was at Oworoshoki, I didn't even realise it was raining.
On getting to Anthony linking towards ikorodu road just before the GTBank, I saw a little girl, less than 10 years with a gloomy face. I was partly awake, so I didn't take note of the surrounding.
I noticed she was hawking groundnut and she laid her wares by the road, I felt she was downtrodden due to the sales of the day.
Barely had the bus moved few metres, because there was traffic on that axis, I noticed a large chunk of groundnut littered on the road.
It hit me that the girl wasn't sad because of sales, rather due to the groundnut that fell from her wares and the punishment that awaits her when she gets home.
I felt a pain in my heart, I had to do something. I knew I didn't have cash in my wallet, I have been going to work without cash lately since its Ramadan and no spending at work.
I quickly asked my colleague sitting next to me to give me 500 naira, so I could give her. I beckoned on her, I gave her the 500 naira. She knelt down, without uttering a word probably speechless and I saw happiness in her face
Finally, the bus was on ikorodu road towards Maryland, then I had a flashback.
I remember when i was growing up, less than 10 years too because I was in primary school, there was a neighbour who was a bully and always feared, he sent me on an errand to buy him cooked beans.
I dashed off to the food vendor (canteen) with a stainless bowl, bought the food and was on my way home, the heat from the stainless was unbearable since I didn't carry it in a nylon
The bowl of beans fell off my hands and splashed on the road, I stood there thinking of the punishment that awaits me at home. It's on a weekday in the afternoon and my folks ain't around to bail me.
Suddenly I saw someone beckon at me from a distance, I went to him and he gave me 7 naira (5 naira note and two 1 naira coins)
In the 90s, there were cases (myth) of people turning to goats, yam or whatsoever after collecting things from strangers or picking money from the floor.
However, at that point, nothing mattered to me, provided I get to take a bowl filled with beans home.
I bought the beans, took it home and he didn't notice it wasn't the proportion of a 10 naira beans he asked me to buy for him
Growing up, I had always wonder if that man/boy/Bros (obviously less than 30 years) that gave me that 7 naira was an angel.
Occasionally I do tell people about that incidence, but it was an event that never left my heart
Someday, this little girl selling groundnut will probably have today's event engrained in her memory of how an angel with no wings and golden rings on his head, helped her out of a very impossible situation
I'm not writing this story to amuse you or to get appraisal from you since this is faceless forum
However, it's a true event to tell you that:
We all are angels,
The world would be a better place when we help others selflessly irrespective of who we are rendering the help to (religion, tribe, societal or financial status)
And lastly what goes around comes around
I hope she gets to pass the miracle on to someone else too in the nearest future.
Thanks

God bless you

God bless u Op

This is nice op.

Wish you the very best in life

@Op. God bless you for your kindness.

We should be the change we wish to see in the world. Just giving up your sit to a stranger could make your week.

We are all angels having this fleeting human experience with perhaps 70/120 years tag. Let's make everyday count.

jumobi1:


Definitely!!!. Two of the kids I took to the restaurant are siblings. The taxi driver told me their elder brother hides in the corner and collects every naira they get. He was also a begger when he was younger. He also told me their mom keeps having kids despite being poor and that I shouldn't worry too much about the little girl because she's pretty. "some rich Alhaji will soon come and marry her"

You hit the nail on the head. The nature of my job brings me into close contact with some of these people, and you won't believe the nauseating mentality of some of them. Children are nothing more than cheap labor, as far as some are concerned. For others its prestige (the more the better, despite the fact they has no plans for precious things - eg, none in school). For others still, it could be fear of losing some: "at least out of the the seven, four must survive to adulthood".

I've always argued the population problem is the single most important obstacle preventing us dealing with the poverty issue, and its sad government isn't taking a more decisive stand. Poor people have every right to bear children, but there must be more control put in place, even sanctions, as far as I'm concerned, otherwise they just keep churning out those babies like unhinged rabbits and wait for you and I to take up the responsibility.

Well, for the time being we'll continue, like OP and others, to be our brothers keepers. As someone said, we cannot help everyone, but we can help someone.

Do all the good you can, by all the means you can,
In al the ways you can, in all the places you can,
At all the times you can, to all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.
– John Wesley

Kudos Bro, proud of you.

....

So touching....

Propene:
On my way home from work today (19th June, 2017), I was so tired, I slept off even before we got to Osborne. I woke up when the bus was at Oworoshoki, I didn't even realise it was raining.
On getting to Anthony linking towards ikorodu road just before the GTBank, I saw a little girl, less than 10 years with a gloomy face. I was partly awake, so I didn't take note of the surrounding.
I noticed she was hawking groundnut and she laid her wares by the road, I felt she was downtrodden due to the sales of the day.
Barely had the bus moved few metres, because there was traffic on that axis, I noticed a large chunk of groundnut littered on the road.
It hit me that the girl wasn't sad because of sales, rather due to the groundnut that fell from her wares and the punishment that awaits her when she gets home.
I felt a pain in my heart, I had to do something. I knew I didn't have cash in my wallet, I have been going to work without cash lately since its Ramadan and no spending at work.
I quickly asked my colleague sitting next to me to give me 500 naira, so I could give her. I beckoned on her, I gave her the 500 naira. She knelt down, without uttering a word probably speechless and I saw happiness in her face
Finally, the bus was on ikorodu road towards Maryland, then I had a flashback.
I remember when i was growing up, less than 10 years too because I was in primary school, there was a neighbour who was a bully and always feared, he sent me on an errand to buy him cooked beans.
I dashed off to the food vendor (canteen) with a stainless bowl, bought the food and was on my way home, the heat from the stainless was unbearable since I didn't carry it in a nylon
The bowl of beans fell off my hands and splashed on the road, I stood there thinking of the punishment that awaits me at home. It's on a weekday in the afternoon and my folks ain't around to bail me.
Suddenly I saw someone beckon at me from a distance, I went to him and he gave me 7 naira (5 naira note and two 1 naira coins)
In the 90s, there were cases (myth) of people turning to goats, yam or whatsoever after collecting things from strangers or picking money from the floor.
However, at that point, nothing mattered to me, provided I get to take a bowl filled with beans home.
I bought the beans, took it home and he didn't notice it wasn't the proportion of a 10 naira beans he asked me to buy for him
Growing up, I had always wonder if that man/boy/Bros (obviously less than 30 years) that gave me that 7 naira was an angel.
Occasionally I do tell people about that incidence, but it was an event that never left my heart
Someday, this little girl selling groundnut will probably have today's event engrained in her memory of how an angel with no wings and golden rings on his head, helped her out of a very impossible situation
I'm not writing this story to amuse you or to get appraisal from you since this is faceless forum
However, it's a true event to tell you that:
We all are angels,
The world would be a better place when we help others selflessly irrespective of who we are rendering the help to (religion, tribe, societal or financial status)
And lastly what goes around comes around
I hope she gets to pass the miracle on to someone else too in the nearest future.
Thanks

if u are propene me am heptyne..

Propene:
On my way home from work today (19th June, 2017), I was so tired, I slept off even before we got to Osborne. I woke up when the bus was at Oworoshoki, I didn't even realise it was raining.
On getting to Anthony linking towards ikorodu road just before the GTBank, I saw a little girl, less than 10 years with a gloomy face. I was partly awake, so I didn't take note of the surrounding.
I noticed she was hawking groundnut and she laid her wares by the road, I felt she was downtrodden due to the sales of the day.
Barely had the bus moved few metres, because there was traffic on that axis, I noticed a large chunk of groundnut littered on the road.
It hit me that the girl wasn't sad because of sales, rather due to the groundnut that fell from her wares and the punishment that awaits her when she gets home.
I felt a pain in my heart, I had to do something. I knew I didn't have cash in my wallet, I have been going to work without cash lately since its Ramadan and no spending at work.
I quickly asked my colleague sitting next to me to give me 500 naira, so I could give her. I beckoned on her, I gave her the 500 naira. She knelt down, without uttering a word probably speechless and I saw happiness in her face
Finally, the bus was on ikorodu road towards Maryland, then I had a flashback.
I remember when i was growing up, less than 10 years too because I was in primary school, there was a neighbour who was a bully and always feared, he sent me on an errand to buy him cooked beans.
I dashed off to the food vendor (canteen) with a stainless bowl, bought the food and was on my way home, the heat from the stainless was unbearable since I didn't carry it in a nylon
The bowl of beans fell off my hands and splashed on the road, I stood there thinking of the punishment that awaits me at home. It's on a weekday in the afternoon and my folks ain't around to bail me.
Suddenly I saw someone beckon at me from a distance, I went to him and he gave me 7 naira (5 naira note and two 1 naira coins)
In the 90s, there were cases (myth) of people turning to goats, yam or whatsoever after collecting things from strangers or picking money from the floor.
However, at that point, nothing mattered to me, provided I get to take a bowl filled with beans home.
I bought the beans, took it home and he didn't notice it wasn't the proportion of a 10 naira beans he asked me to buy for him
Growing up, I had always wonder if that man/boy/Bros (obviously less than 30 years) that gave me that 7 naira was an angel.
Occasionally I do tell people about that incidence, but it was an event that never left my heart
Someday, this little girl selling groundnut will probably have today's event engrained in her memory of how an angel with no wings and golden rings on his head, helped her out of a very impossible situation
I'm not writing this story to amuse you or to get appraisal from you since this is faceless forum
However, it's a true event to tell you that:
We all are angels,
The world would be a better place when we help others selflessly irrespective of who we are rendering the help to (religion, tribe, societal or financial status)
And lastly what goes around comes around
I hope she gets to pass the miracle on to someone else too in the nearest future.
Thanks

if u are propene me am heptyne..

Now that's what u call tithe and offering.

Exactly, I am on board with this type of charity unlike the one you just mentioned.

Could be why Bill Gates gets more and more rich despite no seeming record of his paying tithe or offering.

Thanks God for your sensitivity. I tell you, you have sown a seed that will grant you a big leverage in time to come.

Luke 12:15

Wehdone op..the truth is...
What goes around..definitely comes around..
People who sow good deeds..reap good deeds too..

Propene:
On my way home from work today (19th June, 2017), I was so tired, I slept off even before we got to Osborne. I woke up when the bus was at Oworoshoki, I didn't even realise it was raining.
On getting to Anthony linking towards ikorodu road just before the GTBank, I saw a little girl, less than 10 years with a gloomy face. I was partly awake, so I didn't take note of the surrounding.
I noticed she was hawking groundnut and she laid her wares by the road, I felt she was downtrodden due to the sales of the day.
Barely had the bus moved few metres, because there was traffic on that axis, I noticed a large chunk of groundnut littered on the road.
It hit me that the girl wasn't sad because of sales, rather due to the groundnut that fell from her wares and the punishment that awaits her when she gets home.
I felt a pain in my heart, I had to do something. I knew I didn't have cash in my wallet, I have been going to work without cash lately since its Ramadan and no spending at work.
I quickly asked my colleague sitting next to me to give me 500 naira, so I could give her. I beckoned on her, I gave her the 500 naira. She knelt down, without uttering a word probably speechless and I saw happiness in her face
Finally, the bus was on ikorodu road towards Maryland, then I had a flashback.
I remember when i was growing up, less than 10 years too because I was in primary school, there was a neighbour who was a bully and always feared, he sent me on an errand to buy him cooked beans.
I dashed off to the food vendor (canteen) with a stainless bowl, bought the food and was on my way home, the heat from the stainless was unbearable since I didn't carry it in a nylon
The bowl of beans fell off my hands and splashed on the road, I stood there thinking of the punishment that awaits me at home. It's on a weekday in the afternoon and my folks ain't around to bail me.
Suddenly I saw someone beckon at me from a distance, I went to him and he gave me 7 naira (5 naira note and two 1 naira coins)
In the 90s, there were cases (myth) of people turning to goats, yam or whatsoever after collecting things from strangers or picking money from the floor.
However, at that point, nothing mattered to me, provided I get to take a bowl filled with beans home.
I bought the beans, took it home and he didn't notice it wasn't the proportion of a 10 naira beans he asked me to buy for him
Growing up, I had always wonder if that man/boy/Bros (obviously less than 30 years) that gave me that 7 naira was an angel.
Occasionally I do tell people about that incidence, but it was an event that never left my heart
Someday, this little girl selling groundnut will probably have today's event engrained in her memory of how an angel with no wings and golden rings on his head, helped her out of a very impossible situation
I'm not writing this story to amuse you or to get appraisal from you since this is faceless forum
However, it's a true event to tell you that:
We all are angels,
The world would be a better place when we help others selflessly irrespective of who we are rendering the help to (religion, tribe, societal or financial status)
And lastly what goes around comes around
I hope she gets to pass the miracle on to someone else too in the nearest future.
Thanks

Am sincerely happy with this true life story. Truly, the world will be a better place if all of us have hearts that long to help someone in need. Few moments I feel great are when I help somebody to actualize his/her aspirations. I have been on the receiving ends a lot of time. May God bless you and others with beautiful souls

elderhimself:
Too long, .....I slept off while trying to read it
oya, Go give testimony

How did you graduate?

The principle of passing on the kindness.