It seemed like it was one of the best days of my life, when everything is in order. As I sat on my comfortable office chair, there was nothing to worry about. My eyes were fixed on a bowl of mouth-watering jollof rice and chicken that stood on my table. I was already imagining how the food would taste in mouth and my teeth were already longing to have a bit of the big meat.
My phone rang. I stared briefly at it and took my eyes away, fixing them back on the food. The call again and again and again, preventing me the peace of mind I needed to eat my delicious diet. On the fourth time, I angrily made for the phone.
“Yes, who is this,” I groaned, accepting the call and raising to the phone to my ear.
“It’s me, John,” the owner of the voice on the phone said calmly.
At that moment, I recognized the caller. He was one the old members of the Kathy Knowles Theatre Company- a theatre group in Kanda. “Yeah, John,” I said, trying to hide the disappointment of him preventing from enjoying my food.
“Good evening, Prof,” he said. That was a name he likes to call me.
“Good evening, boss,” I responded. “So what can I do for you?”
“It’s about my project; I want to bring you on board,” he said simply.
For about a minute, I couldn’t force a word out of my mouth. I didn’t know what to tell him, and he was also not saying anything after he last words. Perhaps, he was waiting to hear my response, but nothing was coming out of my mouth.
I knew about this project he had been working so hard to accomplish. A project that is intended to support and help the needy in society (helping provide children in the Home and streets with appropriate care and help Men of God in their Ministries.)
“In what capacity do you want me to get involved in this project?” I finally found a voice to drawl.
“There are so many people in need of little help to make a life bigger and exciting for them. The little you give can bring smiles on the faces of a man or a child or woman who have seen no smile due to his or her predicament of life,” he explained.
At that moment, I was caught in my own thought. “How many people would the cost of the food I am about to eat profit and bring smiles to them?” I was beginning to chastised myself. I was wondering why I was going to eat that expensive food whiles many would sleep in hunger because there was nothing to eat.
“Are you there, Prof?” John asked. When he waited too long for my word in vain.
“So how can I help?” I threw my own question to him.
“I want you to write for my project site,” he said.
“Just that?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“I will be gladly to do that,” I said. “But we have to talk more about it.”
“I will come around,” he said.
“I will be waiting,” I said.
That was the end of our conversation. The line went off.
Now, I sat back and took a long glance of the food. I had already lost appetite for it. It wasn’t that I was no longer hungry but the fact that something more important filled my heart and my mind. I was wondering, “Would writing alone bring smiles back on the faces of the needy?” Then I closed my eyes and thought endlessly for some time. Finally, I came to believe that, it would help in sending information out.
I abandoned the food and looked for pen and paper, and I begin to write;
‘Dear Benevolent and Kind-hearted people of our society, I have come to realize that there is more blessing in giving than receiving. And if you can cut a small part of your daily expenses to give out to support the needy of society, then your blessing shall flow like torrential rainfall from God above and fill your life. It then means that you are friend of better world for all. The little you give today could bring a lasting joy and happiness to another man, and it could also save a life, which is very pleasing to God. Let us endeavor to give and offer support to one another, and our reward will never cease flowing from heaven. God bless every hand that gives.”
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