Sometimes, when some students steal, I don't really blame them. I don't really take it to be their faults - I'm not saying its a good thing to steal.
I was at the shop sometime ago and a guy walked up to me. I had never met him before that day. He looked hungry and he also told me he had eaten nothing since the day before. I asked him how I would be of help to him and he said he just needs me to give him something to eat. He had no money on him.
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He left the shop thanking me like he was sent to do so.
Months later, this same guy came again. I pretended I was seeing him for the first time.
He told me he got a call from a family friend who told him that his father had a ghastly motor accident. I asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted a #100 recharge card. I gave him recharge card and asked if he recognized me. He said he didn't, that he thought I was my younger sister and had asking after 'me' in mind.
I said okay.
I told him to take heart and believe that nothing will happen to his father.
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Some months later, I saw this guy again, but this time, in a neighbors shop. He was telling the same kind of stories he told me some months back. I went my way.
Some weeks later, I saw him again, in a different shop and I guessed he was telling same stories again.
Weeks later, I began to hear rumours about him, they said that was how he fed the worms in his stomach. They said he begged for foods and money. He left the street when he noticed that almost everyone had known him as a beggar.
I once cursed him for playing pranks on me, making me feel like a fool but then realized that I only felt like a fool because I wanted to. Is there no God up there who is watching?
I left all to God until one day, I was sitting in the shop when I heard a lady telling a guy that she was getting tired of schooling. She said that the only money her parents sends to her was always for her house rent, and sometimes, half of her school fees. She said they don't bother asking how she always completed the fees, how she feeds and clothes.
I began to wonder how she had always manage to complete the fees, to clothe and to feed. Many thoughts filled my mind and then I remembered that guy. I asked God to forgive me for cursing him, his case may be the same as the lady's. I asked God to forgive him on my behalf and send a helper to him wherever he is to the lady and to every other person out there who has the same case/conditions as theirs.
Sometimes, I don't blame them, I just pray for God to help them.
And you, if you can, give help to someone today, tomorrow, whenever you can.