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Is That Right?
In the bustling city of Lagos, twelve-year-old Ada watched her mother, Mama Ngozi, count the day's earnings from her small provision shop. It was barely enough for dinner, let alone Ada's school fees. One evening, as Mama Ngozi stepped out to buy vegetables, a wealthy customer, Aunty Bose, accidentally left her purse on the counter. Inside were wads of naira notes—more money than Ada had ever seen.
Ada's heart raced. "We could pay the fees, buy food, even fix the leaking roof," she whispered to herself. No one was watching. She could slip the purse into her bag, and Mama would think the woman forgot it elsewhere. It would solve everything.
But then Ada remembered Mama's words: "Honesty is our richest treasure. What we take wrongly will never bring peace." Ada hesitated, fingers trembling over the purse. Was it right to keep it when they needed it so badly? Or was it stealing, even if the owner was rich?
Finally, Ada called out to Aunty Bose just as she reached the door. "Aunty, you forgot this!"
Aunty Bose checked, gasped, and hugged Ada tightly. "Bless you, child! This is my life's savings." She rewarded Ada with a generous sum—enough for fees and more.
That night, as they ate a full meal, Mama Ngozi smiled. "You did what was right, Ada. And see? Goodness always returns."
Ada nodded, her heart light. In a world full of shortcuts, choosing right felt like the truest wealth.