I must admit, I love our people for their solidarity,
brotherhood togetherness, care and concern in standing up for a fellow in his
or her trying times.
Our people are the kindest folks and dedicated family men
ever in the world. If I tell lie, pray something should happen to you and you
will learn by experience. They will come
and stay with you, day and night, for some days, in solidarity, during your
hard times. Trust me, they would never abandon you.
Your neighbor sees you every day looking worried and
emaciated. You can barely afford daily meals and in the end, you are taken to
the hospital in a vegetative state from accumulated illness and hardship.
And you died.
People still think you are poor. God will come in your
defense, through your family members.
They will come in their numbers cruising expensive cars
to teach your neighbor a lesson in his folly thinking that you are lonely and
poor.
Your relatives will come in posh and beautiful cars
advertising to the world that you are a member of a wealthy family, sauntering
leisurely to deposit bags of rice, cartons of pasta and jerry-cans of Turkey oil from
their trunks. It is merely accidental
that five thousand naira medical bill sent you early to your grave.
There are benefits and advantages in this. It is your
last laugh.
While in your grave, you will beat chest and brag about
your family. That contemptuous neighbor has learnt a lesson after all. He
realizes who truly you are. Expensive cars with fat people behind the wheel,
whose heads nearly disappeared in their necks, attended your funeral.
What is moiré pleasant than this? No solidarity than to
stand up for somebody behind his back without a thought of receiving his
gratitude as a payback. Allah will see your sincerity and your heart. No
publicity, no fame, no fanfare, no seeking recognition and relevance and public
accolades.
Just good intention.
