Love For Our People

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.