I started 2023 with less than N10,000(Ten Thousand Naira) Only in my two bank accounts. I made post about it and posted it online. People made funny comments and I was accused of online begging with smile.
I smiled at their ignorance and lack of vision. I made the post conscious that this year, will be a great year for me and I needed to consciously gage my progress and know which of the gods to thank for my good fortune.
Since January 1st 2023, I have not lacked anything. Friends and relations, plus my clients have been miraculously coming to my aid. I am grateful for that but.
But I have not attained my full potential and I am not worried, because the year, merely removed pant, she is yet to remove her pants to allow me drill oil from her abundant bottomless channel of goodness. I carnally await the goodies and I have written them down.
Against the patient wait, lies my dilemma. A friend from abroad (if I mention the country, una go know shehim), sent me money and warned that I shouldn’t mention it. Hmmmm!!! It was part contribution to Kubwaexpress’s newly gifted bicycle( my younger brother brought it from Canada.) To pimp bicycle no easy oh.
So with his money in hand, I had pimped the bicycle before his money arrived, I am torn between hoarding the money to solve other wants or ploughing the money into charity work.
Last week Sunday, I went herding with Mohammed. Mohammed needs N20,000 (Twenty Thousand Naira) Only, to add to N15,000(Fifteen Thousand Naira) Only he had saved, to register in Kubwa Junior Secondary School, Phase 4, popularly called Black and White. Should I go and register Mohammed on Monday 16th January or use the money to meet my own wants?
I have needs at home and in my office that this N20,000 will although not solve, but will at least assist in attempting to solve.
It is not easy to want to be a philanthropist, when you have the purse of a pauper.
On this uncomfortable bed, have I been rolling and the temptation to satisfy myself first is great and have won the first battle but…
But, I had a visitation last night. Onumurukwa, my village Deity came into my room. We interacted and I was reminded of my January post. With a broken heart and a leaking pocket, she resolved the dilemma.
Nne, thank you, nwanyi uma! Your humble servant will oblige that you too, may fulfill that which you promised me. I salute you and tremble at your everlasting youth; she who suckles others without her breast falling; the envy of all beauty; I enjoy your embrace.
I await you as we discussed in resolving this dilemma.
