As I’m about to leave, I get approached by a beggar.
-_-
He starts this long story about blah blah.
All I remember him saying was “bank” and “help me”.
They always have stories
. I’m in a hurry to get back to my office to eat my highly sophisticated waakye.
To save me from the ‘blah blah’.
And, And, And,
Considering that Proverbs 19 :17 is tatted on my heart,
I whip out this loose one cedi from my breast pocket.
It was like time stopped.
All I heard was ‘oh’.
Oh ?
Like this was like in slow motion to me.
Oh ? The nerveeeeeeeee.
No ‘thank you Mister’ , just ‘OH’ I don’t want ‘thank you’s’ but I know I definitely don’t want ‘OH’ ?
I suppressed the spirit of snapping on this ‘………’
I prayed this morning to resist temptation.
I did.
Ok whatever. That’s him.
I put the money back in my pocket.
I’m guessing he thought his ‘OH’ (Ah, did he really say OH, ok lemme finish this story) would make me bring out more money.
I sat in the car.
Closed the door.
He said “it’s ok. I want the one cedi like that”
The car started moving.
The guy said ‘OH’.
This OH was the remorseful OH.
I’m done with this waakye though.
It was bomb.
It has given me enough energy to type this.
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Heavenly Father, I hope that wasn’t one of your angels who appeared as a beggar.
I really wanted to give him the one cedi.
I hope it wasn’t ‘an eye for an eye’ situation.
I really wanted to give him the money.
Please forgive me if I was wrong.
Thank YOU.
