There is this roadside b£ggar I always give money on my way to school during my Nysc.
He usually sits amongst group of b£ggars.
He knows me very well.
Fews days later, my friend and I went to greet the security man in our school who was sick.
We took a shortcut and landed in Hausa quarter.
Guess who I saw seated opposite the security man’s house receiving fresh air.
The b£ggar I used to give money everyday.
He was even on a phone call with a very good smart phone in his hand.
Neatly dressed.
He saw me and pretended not to know me.
I waved at him.
He waved back actually.
Before we left the security man’s house, I asked him about the b£ggar outside.
To my surprise, the b£ggar is the landlord of the security man.
He is married to 3 wives and has 7 children.
B£gging is what he does for a living.
Yesterday, I passed and saw the b£ggars on the road.
That particular b£ggar was among them.
Same position.
He tried h!ding his face when he saw me.
I dropped money in each beggars plate and also extended it to his plate and moved on.
Never change because people are not what they seem to be.
Keep doing the good you do because you know it’s the right thing to do.
The next morning I passed and he was no more there again.
Credit: Ikechukwu Ogbonnia Ama
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