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The Last Ones

Life is wicked, life is wicked, we mostly say maybe because we’ve met “wicked” people or because we’ve been through terrible experiences. Inspite of all these, we won’t be able to deny the fact that we have not met one good person or we’ve not met good people who has been good to us from the time we met them till this moment. If you haven’t, it probably means you’re not a good person or you are not spending time in the right place or with the right people. I must say that I have met such people; these are the people I would like to refer to as “The Last Ones”. I am privileged to be among these people *pops collar*abi have I not been good to you?

Remember that question people ask? If you see 10 million naira on the floor, would you pick it? Or better still, if someone forgot 10 million naira in your house, would you confiscate it or return it to the owner? You’re probably thinking of the country you’d relocate to yea? Exactly what I thought. I thought I was the only “last one” remaining because one day, I went to get something  somewhere then I saw a beautiful blouse somewhere staring at me, saying ‘come get me’. If you know me very well, you would know that I’m a shopaholic so I find it difficult to take my eyes off beautiful clothes, shoes, whatever as long as it’s something I can afford of course. So I went to ‘price’ it and it was cheap too, just 300 naira pere!. I had a thousand naira with me so I gave her and she gave me 700naira change. I got what I went there for and left but on getting to my destination, I discovered that she didn’t even collect the 1000naira from me so I went back to give her. She hadn’t even noticed it, she was so happy then she prayed for me.
I know many ‘sharp’ people would have taken advantage but I decided not to be that ‘sharp’ and the good news is that I’m not alone in this quest. How do I know this? I forgot my wallet at work when I first started, all the money I had on earth during that particular period was in it. I was worried and even if money would be sent to my account by any good Samaritan, there’s no way I could get it because my ATM cards were in the wallet and I worked 8 – 5 pm everyday from Monday to Friday so there was no way I could possible queue to withdraw whatever money was sent. I almost couldn’t sleep all night because of this and how much was in the wallet sef, 3000plus. If my thoughts could bring the wallet back, I’m very sure it would have brought it back that night. I finally found sleep and went to look for the cleaner who was on duty at the time of the incident as soon as I got to work the next morning. He wasn’t around so I got his number from his colleague, I called him and he said he kept it for me and I was RELIEVED. My ‘big girl’ returned, I was excited beyond words. I was soooooooooooooo grateful to this guy for keeping my wallet for me with everything intact. After all, he could have told me there was no money in it when he found it and I wouldn’t crucify him, would I? I’d still be grateful still since my ATM cards were inside it which meant I can get money without queue-ing. He didn’t do that, he gave it to me just the way I left it.

Not everyone has that kind of heart, remember he’s a cleaner and 3000 naira can go a long way in someone’s life especially when you don’t earn so much. Those are the kind of people I would trust with my life, if I ever forget my life on the table, these kind of people would bring it back to me. He’s part of the ones I refer to as ‘the last ones’. Are you part of the last ones? Would you return the 10 million naira forgotten in your car to the owner? Would you ignore the bribe? Would you do good for no reason? Would you be kind without expecting a reward? Would you be referred to as one of the last ones?


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