“Why do people always say I'm stingy and was not ready to give them what I had benefited from my field?” My friend's husband said to me.
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This man is someone who is known in the community as an Honorable. He's a strong politician who was supposed to be given to people. He was very close to the state governor. His dressing alone would send a profound message to everyone that he has money. To the masses, he was collecting money or was being settled by the strongest politicians around. Anytime they have any form of ceremony, that's when he would load a truck of food just to share with people in the street. That was supposed to be the aim of bringing the foodstuff, but the reverse was the case.
One fateful celebration, they loaded a truck of foodstuffs into his house, and everyone was expecting to have a share of it. We began to expect until our expectations became limitations.
The only thing we saw was other politicians joining to pay him a visit. They would pack themselves into his small house, laughing and chatting, and also drinking. No one knows what was going on. We only knew that they were just politicians who came to visit him.
This has been happening several times, and in several celebrations. Everyone who respected him took back their respect and turned their faith to their respective selves.
To me, I'm the type who can ask questions, but this time I kept mute. I did not even bother myself asking his wife to tell me why her husband failed to share what we thought belonged to the masses.
After a few months, this man came to my shop to purchase something. He sat in my shop as usual and was eating his usual groundnuts. So many people who were giving him respect passed him and only greeted him shabbily. Their greetings would show that he was being hated by everyone. It would also show that he has no respect left, according to everyone in that area. We were just talking, and he said, “Mummy H, are mine bad or doing bad? Or is there something I have done to everyone in this area that is making them change their way of greeting me?”
His question was a means of pouring out my mind and the way I feel about him. I was so happy that these questions came from him directly.
“Yes, they hated you and do not even want to see your face at all.” I could not hide my feelings for him.
“Why and what did I do to them?” He asked.
“They said you have been keeping a load of foodstuffs that were supposed to be shared for them”.
After hearing this statement, he began to laugh. It was serious laughter. White laughed. I knew he was looking for a word to say, being a politician, just to confuse my beliefs.
He said, “Those foodstuffs were only given to me to keep for other politicians. Although the aim of giving out those foodstuffs was to share with everyone around, who are mine to share when no one had given me orders to share them”. I was shocked to hear that statement.
“Have you been seeing them coming to my house?” He asked.
I answered him kindly.
“They were not just coming to have a chat with me or to dine with me, but they shared what they had given me to keep for them. I dare not touch that stuff”, I was still not sure.
“If I may shock you, they don't leave just one item for me and my family.” Even with his words, I believed that was just a politician's voice.
“Just call my wife, your friend, and go to my house to check if you would find anything left”, this time I believed his statement. I walked directly to his house and met his wife. He came later and asked his wife to show me around and take me to where those foodstuffs were kept. I was shocked to see their house empty with no trace of foodstuffs left behind.
“The whole people in this area thought I had deprived them of what they were supposed to benefit from”, he said to his wife.
“I wish they could walk a mile in my shoes; they would have felt the same way”, he concluded.
After that day, I made everyone around change their mindset about the way they feel for him.