This afternoon, I got a message: “Dear Customer, your account 382XXXX456 has been credited with #_______. Your new account balance is …” Ope o. I don get alert…Godwin! Immediately, I did a mental recollection of things I had to settle with the money: My tithe, monthly contribution, some books I needed to get and other pressing needs. After that, the next thing that came to my mind was my monthly tradition.
Let me tell you about this tradition of mine. Every month after I get my salary, I take it as a duty to take myself out for a treat. Before I start rationing and analysing my budget, I find a way to say “Thank you” to myself. After all, it is only a healthy body and mind that can work optimally. For January, I went to Four Points for some “me” time; February, it was a weekend getaway to Idanre Hills with two of my colleagues; March… Well, you get the point. This month, I decided to scale things down a bit. Next month is my birth month and I have a special plan for that one. So, at the close of work, I headed for a tush buka not far from my office. Today, dem go take.
As I got in, I ordered for pounded yam and egusi with assorted meat. Then, I asked for a cold bottle of malt. Today na today. I would eat to the satisfaction of my stomach and then sleep in. After all, tomorrow is Saturday. The lady who served me asked for payment. I looked at her and smiled “Don’t worry. I will pay when I am done. I will even add something on top for you” Her face lit up! Thirty minutes later, I was done with the initial meal as well as some extra wraps of pounded yam and assorted meat. To get up from this chair would be a difficult task with my current condition, but then nothing is impossible with God. I beckoned to the lady. “How much is my money?” She answered. I looked at her and smiled. “No wahala!” She added “…Oga, don’t forget my own o” I smiled. “No wahala!” As I touched my pocket to bring out money for the bills, my heart skipped a beat. I looked up and said, “Ermm, my sister… Wahala dey!”
All my pleas fell on deaf ears. The lady that had been so nice to me transformed and became chief examiner. “If you knew you did not have money, why did you come and eat here? You even ordered extra. Oni gbese (Debtor)!!” I looked at her with a pitiful expression on my face “My sister in the Lord, ko ri be. I must have misplaced my wallet. Can you follow me home so I can pay you?” She refused. I accepted my fate. With my head dropped in sorrow, I rolled up my sleeves and walked towards the kitchen. I would have to wash all the plates as payment for my meal. Suddenly, I heard a voice “Is that you?” I looked back and saw Segun. He was my friend back in school. He ended up paying my bills. After the episode, I walked out of the buka with my pride (shoulder pad) gone. I even bowed my head when I told the gateman, “Good night, sir”
PS. The story is fictional. There is one lesson I believe God wants us to learn here. Please read this. “But don’t begin until you count the cost. For who would begin construction of a building without first calculating the cost to see if there is enough money to finish it? Otherwise, you might complete only the foundation before running out of money, and then everyone would laugh at you. They would say, ‘There’s the person who started that building and couldn’t afford to finish it” Luke 14:28-30. The passage emphasises the importance of planning. Although, I strongly believe in having FAITH. However, even faith has measures. If your faith can’t hold through a particular thing, it is either you pray for more faith or wait until you have grown to that stage. Have a nice weekend! Feel free to share similar experiences and also lessons from the story.
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