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Wanted

The police officer showed her the picture of the good-natured philanthropist who visited her, said encouraging words, and handed her a large sum that cleared all her financial needs.

‘This young man is heaven-bound. Is he a political aspirant?”

“He robbed a bank five years ago!”

The childless widow shuddered.

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Storreal | Kindness Gone Wrong

A young man got arrested and imprisoned for nine years for a crime he knew nothing about. His only crime was that he accepted to accommodate a friend who he didn’t know was at large for committing a murder.
The young man was a commercial bus driver, doing well in that capacity. Igbo people say that if one cannot get himself into trouble, his garment will do so for him. That was the case with this young man. He was a man who lived a decent life, but he went to jail despite his and decency.         

When his friend came to his house from another state and pleaded with him to allow him to stay in his house for a while, murder was the farthest in his mind. He only saw a friend in need, a desperate friend, and vowed not to cast him away into the cold, dangerous street without a place to lay his head. He didn’t bother to ask questions, for who interrogates a friend in need? So he welcomed him with all his heart.                  
A few days later, he returned home from work only to find out that his friend had vanished. He was still wondering where he could be when heavily armed police officers surrounded his house and ordered him to hand over the criminal he hid in his house to them. That was confusing. The friend he knew wasn’t a criminal. He was a good friend, a well-behaved friend. There must be a mistake somewhere.          
He told them they were at the wrong house. Before he could finish his words, they handcuffed him. They promised to release him when he provides the criminal he had housed. 
They detained him for weeks as they waited for the offender to come and take his place but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t provide a person who was nowhere to be found. The case was taken to court and the case ended thus; since you kept a criminal in your house and helped him to escape going to prison, you are going to face his punishment.                            

In that country, a convicted killer is jailed for life and the fate of this young man became life imprisonment. There was nothing anyone could do about it because the family of the victim was strongly demanding for justice.      
The young man was transferred to a maximum security prison. At that particular prison, inmates smell, see and touch their deaths before they finally die. That’s was the prison this young man was taken to. His family was denied access to him.                                          
For nine years, he spent his life in the prison yard with hard labour. He prayed and cried to God every passing day acquit him. That very year, after nine years closer to his end, the prison door opened for him He was set free. How did it happen? Who engineered his release? He coudn’’t tell. It was a miracle and like a dream.      He is free but traumatised for life.       
Till this moment, the young man who put him in trouble is still, nowhere to be found. He is probably in hiding away somewhere in the world.

Before you agree to do anything, think about it. Before you bring someone you call a friend into your home, know what they are capable of. Some friends have hidden characters. Make sure they are not dangerous.

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Inspired Sunday #6

So this young man walked up to me and offered me a neatly packed face mask. I looked at him and was like, “they’ve come again.”

Here, vendors do persuade or even put pressure on passers-by to buy extra face masks from them and I was not going to fall for that. Not when I have five masks in my possession.

“I already have, as you can see. Thank you!” I said nicely and walked on.

I didn’t wait to hear him out. I know a die-hard marketer when I see one. First thing he or she does is give you a disarming smile and then apply a candy and chocolate coated tongue.

If I walked away as quick as I could, I would be escaping unnecessary spending. I was about to walk away when I heard what sounded too good to be true.

“I’m not selling them, ma’am. They are actually for free. Take one. It’s free.”

Walahi(to be frank), I thought he was kidding but when he handed it over to me and began to walk away, I was thrilled.

Now that I knew it’s free, I didn’t go ahead to tell him I had four masks at home ( I would say to a mask seller who insisted that I bought one extra, “Hey,, what do you want me to do with the four I have at home and the one I’m wearing right now? Cook soup with them?”).

I looked closely at it. It’s a standard mask, the kind that is sold five hundred naira.

My face lit up. No one gets enough free things, you know. We can only get enough of things our monies can buy.

You might be thinking; It’s just a mask and not some precious stones or something. Even though it was a little gift, I was inspired and motivated to get involved in the #covid-19stopswithme initiative.

Why was I excited over one piece of face mask?

I’m excited because it was my first free COVID-19 care item. First-ever, and from a young man, not from my nation and not any of my connections or associations. A total stranger, way too younger than me!

I’m inspired!

Tailors sew face masks but they sell them. That’s good hustle and whenever I see them, I admire their efforts.

They were making good use if the opportunity and at the same time, helping people who would patronise them stay safe.

So, it’s a huge surprise to see this young man giving them out for free. Lots of them. He’s an inspiration to me.

I haven’t even bought hand sanitizer or mask to give out to stangers. I only bought for my immediate family because I don’t want them to get the virus.

What about my neighbours? Even though I know they are taking good care of themselves, I should have at least tried reminding them of safety during this time by offering them these necessary COVID-19 supplies.

I’m inspired by this young man to take action to make a little difference where I am.

To show him that I was touched, I collected his business contact.

I’m so dumping my seamstress and picking him as my future tailor. If he is good, I’m so taking my friends and family to his fashion shop. 😀😃

In this world we are in now, people like me want to make money from anything. That’s ok. We need money for a whole lot of things and if we don’t make it, we don’t have it.

But there are times we just have to close our eyes and do giveaways. We just have to let our customers know that it’s not always about money. We show them that they matter to us as well.

I’m inspired to be kind during this trying period.

Sunday Inspiration – Kindness and Gentlness

Just as the lovely flowers lend their sweetness to each day, may we touch the lives of those we meet in a kind and gentle way. – Unknown

It’s hard to be kind and gentle especially in a vicious society where each individual has been dehumanized by awful ordeals. Yet, it’s kindness and gentleness that can lead us all to infinite harmony.

Be kind, be gentle to the other person.

About Changing Lanes

Photo by Kevin Lee, Unsplash.com.

He signalled and slowed down, trafficator blinking.

Some things are facile, changing course inclusive.

One gives a space in front, another pulls his car into it.

But with time he realised, that no one was kind enough.

Soon his turning point got close, he shouldn’t pass that point.


He vowed to take a space, by hook and crook.

A feeble man couldn’t survive, in a world full of struggle.


He must prove his strength and their space take by force.

He tried once, twice, thrice, again, again and again.

Behold, every bumper kept kissing  another.

“Join from behind,” they screamed

“Maintain your lane, ” went the angry shouts.

Everywhere he tried, was all tight and closed.


He’s nothing but stuck, in between two lanes.

He looked back in shock, endless traffic behind.

His wait long to be, probably into the night.

Angry and fed up, he brought his car to a halt.

Trafficator still blinked, nothing to do but wait.

In anger he did the unexpected and climbed atop his car.

There he stretched out himself , to watch their reaction.

But no one cared, everyone looked, shook head and passed.

From there he watched, hundreds of cars speed by.


Drivers cursed and swore, “Get yourself off the road

“If you want to kiss the dust, go somewhere else.”

But he was too mad to allow, a word out his lips.

All he needed from fat mouths, was give him the chance needed.

Just a little space, to make his turn in a     couple of seconds.

That’s not too much to ask. from fellow motorists.

But minutes got by, precious minutes and nothing happened.

And while he snored atop his car, someone tapped his foot.


Someone kind enough. to help him out of his desperation.

Some who paused the traffic behind, to allow him to take his space.


But he was shocked to realise, that the kind man who helped him out

Was the man he refused a chance in the past into his lane

It was a long time ago, wasn’t expecting to meet him again.


If I have an opportunity to help someone in a desperate situation especially when its giving them a chance or opportunity and I’m in a position to help, I should go ahead and do the needful. One never knows tomorrow and what and who one would meet along the path of life.