Hey ya’ll!!! Happy Democracy day!!! Happy Children’s day in arears…. Happy everies…. i’m just gonna be quick on this one so i don’t completely interrupt the “ZINA’S STORY” chain… We’ve gotten a lot of compliments on the story and criticisms as well… we are really grateful to you all.
Anyways, a friend of ours added a year to his age last week Friday. i already told myself that i’d do a post for him but i kept postponing it. Peter Attah has been there for Horizon Inc. from the beginning till now. he’s a friend and business partner, sometimes, both. I really just want to wish him the very best in life and may he live to achieve all his goals…
i have’t heard from him since he had a house party at an undisclosed location that day. Hope he’s alive oo…. lol!
He sent this piece that I had promised to put up sometime back.. When I read it, It was quite inspiring so I really would love to share it with y’all.
I’m on my bed writing this
But Earlier, I was on a bus home
Thinking of how unfortunate i am
Today i decided not to be distracted by my phone
So I could focus on how miserable I am
How I had to spend another day with a broken heart
How I had to give up all my time for a lousy job
How i had to save up for that I-phone I wanted
But God has a reason for everything i tell you
So he picked my head up from my “sorrow”
And made me look around
The man next to me was texting his loved one saying
“I’m in Lagos, at my end, I’d get something to you soon”
Bags full of hope at his legs
Lines of worry lined his brows and i pitied him
I reflected on how earlier in the day
The security came to beg for his monthly salary of ten thousand Naira saying
“My wife put to bed, the hospital refused to let her go and bills are piling up”
And i wonder how a thing of joy can go so sour
The crying brought me back
And the woman who begged the conductor for a free seat
Had a child begging for Gala *sigh* Really?!
Then my mind goes to the government and those in power
Treating and looting over Four hundred and Fifty Billion Naira and more like it’s nothing
What if a million, hell half a million, was given to each family living below average?
What would that change apart from the Economist’s “excessive injection of money into the economy – depression”
Or the “master-servant system – feudalism
I look outside my bus that is still loading
And an old man holding a nylon bag is begging for money from the people in the bus
I rummage my bag looking for spare change
But as i was holding out my hand,
A woman selling oranges forced the man to take what she had
And put it in his nylon bag
And the man’s face lit up, Gratitude.
There and Then, I cried.
Not for the man who had people leaning on him with nothing but bags full of dreams
Not for the woman who had nothing
Nor for the man who had mounting bills
Or for the greed of those in government
Not even for the act of true kindness,
But I cried for my ungrateful heart.
I’m here lying on my bed,
Writing this which i could think of no better title for.
And I Am Thankful.
Horizon Inc. wishes you long life and God’s Prosperity, Peter. Thanks for being there for us and keep doing what you do.