A friend of mine wrote this and shared it on Whatsapp and ever since
it has got me thinking Read on and find out why !!!
You heard he is a cultist. You could not believe it, you said "He is
so young. He is just 16 and in SS1". Now, you have seen him –
marijuana parting his lips, a tattooed snake on his arm and in his
hand is a bottle of beer. You heard him say that his favorite date is
the 7th of July, and you assumed that was his birthday. You stood afar
and criticized him, you told your friends that hell awaits him, you
shook your head and said to yourself, "He is already doomed". But you
do not know that within the "bad, hard guy" lies a fragile, aching
heart wanting to be loved and showed a little care. Now, he only finds
solace in his gang because his dad and mom are on the brink of
divorce.
She knocked on your door asking to help you do anything for food or
money. She looked so unkempt and malnourished. You were torn between
pity and disbelief. You know her uncle to be a rich and religious man,
an elder in his
church, and you can help but wonder why she would be in this sorry
state. You concluded that she has been wayward and disrespectful and
this is his way of punishing her for some time.
Without asking her any questions, you managed to give her a crumpled
₦100 note, sent her away and told her not to come back. She leaves,
fighting tears, wondering how she would go back to her uncle who had
sworn not to take care of her except she warms his bed. That man you
saw yesterday has been going through a hard time. He is a job-hunting
father who just lost his only son and has been pondering on how to
bury his dead. He bumped into you and before he could apologize, you
have
rained insults on him. You saw the tears well up in his eyes but you
did not bother to show any empathy. To you, he is just a depressed
fellow who should not bother others with his woes. You saw her in a
bar, wreaking of alcohol. She kept laughing and muttering to himself
"Why? Why?" You walked past her, even though a voice inside of you
kept telling you to find out her problem. You shut the voice down and
tagged her "A cheap drunk. A woman for that matter". But that cheap
drunk is a widow who had just been diagnosed with breast cancer,
moreover, she just lost her job a month ago. Now, she thinks those
bottles of alcohol could wash away her sorrow.*** And you claim to
have the light, you boast in the scriptures because you know only the
letters (but you are devoid of revelation). You failed to bring the
"bad, hard guy" close and show him the truth and now he has fulfilled
the request of his gang by raping his younger sister leaving his whole
family distraught and confused. Also, your ₦100 could not help that
young girl for
she finally yielded to the advances of her "rich and religious" uncle.
Now, she has been deflowered, all hormones have been let loose. She
have been selling her wares to all and sundry and she got pregnant. At
present, her cold body is lying in a mortuary because of a failed D&C
just because you refused to bring her close and show her the ideals of
life. And you claim you have the
light. The depressed man you insulted was seen hanging from a mango
tree recently. His suicide note read "I am too weak to carry on". You
could not show him any form sympathy, perhaps, he
might have shared his burden with you. Then you would have let him
know that in his weakness, God's strength is manifested. And you claim
you
have the light. That "cheap drunk" is now on the hospital bed staring
into the space in despair, waiting for death to rap on the door. All
she needs is a message of hope, a message that would give her life –
the God kind of life.
You have that message. You are an exquisite perfume, do not bottle up
your fragrance, go and spread it where it is needed. You are the
light, do not hide your shine... Copied
Have a Nice day ahead
it has got me thinking Read on and find out why !!!
You heard he is a cultist. You could not believe it, you said "He is
so young. He is just 16 and in SS1". Now, you have seen him –
marijuana parting his lips, a tattooed snake on his arm and in his
hand is a bottle of beer. You heard him say that his favorite date is
the 7th of July, and you assumed that was his birthday. You stood afar
and criticized him, you told your friends that hell awaits him, you
shook your head and said to yourself, "He is already doomed". But you
do not know that within the "bad, hard guy" lies a fragile, aching
heart wanting to be loved and showed a little care. Now, he only finds
solace in his gang because his dad and mom are on the brink of
divorce.
She knocked on your door asking to help you do anything for food or
money. She looked so unkempt and malnourished. You were torn between
pity and disbelief. You know her uncle to be a rich and religious man,
an elder in his
church, and you can help but wonder why she would be in this sorry
state. You concluded that she has been wayward and disrespectful and
this is his way of punishing her for some time.
Without asking her any questions, you managed to give her a crumpled
₦100 note, sent her away and told her not to come back. She leaves,
fighting tears, wondering how she would go back to her uncle who had
sworn not to take care of her except she warms his bed. That man you
saw yesterday has been going through a hard time. He is a job-hunting
father who just lost his only son and has been pondering on how to
bury his dead. He bumped into you and before he could apologize, you
have
rained insults on him. You saw the tears well up in his eyes but you
did not bother to show any empathy. To you, he is just a depressed
fellow who should not bother others with his woes. You saw her in a
bar, wreaking of alcohol. She kept laughing and muttering to himself
"Why? Why?" You walked past her, even though a voice inside of you
kept telling you to find out her problem. You shut the voice down and
tagged her "A cheap drunk. A woman for that matter". But that cheap
drunk is a widow who had just been diagnosed with breast cancer,
moreover, she just lost her job a month ago. Now, she thinks those
bottles of alcohol could wash away her sorrow.*** And you claim to
have the light, you boast in the scriptures because you know only the
letters (but you are devoid of revelation). You failed to bring the
"bad, hard guy" close and show him the truth and now he has fulfilled
the request of his gang by raping his younger sister leaving his whole
family distraught and confused. Also, your ₦100 could not help that
young girl for
she finally yielded to the advances of her "rich and religious" uncle.
Now, she has been deflowered, all hormones have been let loose. She
have been selling her wares to all and sundry and she got pregnant. At
present, her cold body is lying in a mortuary because of a failed D&C
just because you refused to bring her close and show her the ideals of
life. And you claim you have the
light. The depressed man you insulted was seen hanging from a mango
tree recently. His suicide note read "I am too weak to carry on". You
could not show him any form sympathy, perhaps, he
might have shared his burden with you. Then you would have let him
know that in his weakness, God's strength is manifested. And you claim
you
have the light. That "cheap drunk" is now on the hospital bed staring
into the space in despair, waiting for death to rap on the door. All
she needs is a message of hope, a message that would give her life –
the God kind of life.
You have that message. You are an exquisite perfume, do not bottle up
your fragrance, go and spread it where it is needed. You are the
light, do not hide your shine... Copied
Have a Nice day ahead
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