The Sun Rises but once a Day!
There is an axiom that stories are left for the aged to tell but I believe everyone has something to say about life as we interface life either with a warm hug or a hot blow on our Chin.
I stepped out of my cubicle under an unfriendly sun with my papa’s cap shielding my small head with an empty stomach in search of a restaurant, after ten poles from my street, I found luck with this enticing aroma from a kitchen at the shop and immediately, I changed my storming face, pulling down the load I called papa’s as I bowed in majestically, using our Port Harcourt local language (pidgin);
“Madam weytin you get?” I asked authoritatively.
“I get Okazi, Egusi, okro, and vegetable” she replied submissively.
It is usually the response we get from this small street kitchen, only bachelor’s can relate.
I ordered for egusi and Okazi as if I was doing her a favor, clothing my burning appetite for food as I was served.
Immediately I felt a sharp needle piercing through my skin from two young men, dressing like travelers from Akwa-Ibom.
The fair one at my left with jaws full of uncombed bears was busy lambasting his friend who slid into his DM seeking for 5k to sustain himself with the promise of repaying as he related to the other two guys with pride;
“Emma dey craz o, en tink say I dey plock moni?” As he frowned his face like one taking alomo bitters. “No be me kill em papa o, abeg make en go village if e no go fit survive for dis town abeg”. As the other two started feasting on Emma with all manner of abuses like vultures after carcass.
Those words pricked me so bad that I couldn’t bear them but to crush the bony meat I was served with anger.
I quickly finished my meal and shouted! “ madam abeg come Colet ya mini before I talk” in awe, I walked out of the restaurant, looking at the three guys like a SARS personnel at the sight of Yahoo boys with my toothpick ducked on my mouth; in disappointment, I left their sight.
Hmmmmmmm!
It is ethically right to decline a request but it is morally wrong to either accept to offer assistance to a friend and later gossip him/her like the sun always rises from your window.
I have once been in need and asked for assistance from friends and equally been in a position to offer aid to a friend and I can emphatically tell the experiences from both ends.
Let’s cloth our ego with love and exceptional respect for humanity because the sun rises but once a day, it wouldn’t always be rosy from your end, hence we all need each other to survive.
This was my experience, and now narrated as a story on a hot weather in the garden city of Port Harcourt, Rivers state, Nigeria…
I hope I’ve touched your conscience tonight.🍻
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