For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows-1 Timothy 6:10 (NKJV)
When I was just nine years old, I had several playmates in my neighborhood but there was this one particular boy among my many friends, whose status looked very different from the rest of us.The attire he wore and his unkempt hair looked different from ours.
This boy’s status fascinated me so much that it kept me thinking as to what had being the problem. I frequented his house to play with him more because of his sense of humor. Other differences I noticed as compared to ours was the kind of house the family resided in; it was an uncompleted building.They could barely afford three square meals a day, and all his siblings had to stop schooling to help their mother on a dump site. The mother was from the south and the dad, from the north. This union was very unusual in those days. Their union still baffles me to this day. They have ten children none of whom were in school. The mother, in order to support her husband took to working at the dump site with the children. Another thing that fascinated me so much about them was the filth, and the ten children that my friend’s mother had to cater for. Most of the filth comes from the used bottles, leftover foods and spoilt electronic gadgets that was gotten from the dump site. There was this occasion when I happened to meet the mother. My friend and his siblings once prepared a dead fowl they got from the dump site.They asked me to join them and I refused on the grounds that I couldn’t stand the stench.They prepared a delicacy with it and asked me to join them and I vehemently refused.
One early morning after I had just woken up from bed, I heard wailing and a cry far from my house. Being an inquisitive person, I decided to ran toward the cry. As I got closer to the place, the sound of the cry grew louder. I realized that the sound was coming from my friend’s house. I quickly got there, lo and behold, there lay 12 dead bodies on the ground and my friend was included. I couldn’t hold my tears. I was shocked at the scene, seeing blood oozing out of their nostrils.
I got closer to an eye witness and asked what happened and this is how she described the whole episode: My friend’s father being a night watchman had not been paid for several months. He had borrowed every where to keep body and soul together. His friends noticing that he couldn’t pay his debt refused to lend him more. The father used to steal corn dough from a kenkey seller near his work place. Kenkey is a food normally eaten in western Africa. It is prepared with fermented corn dough.
The thefts went on for a long time and this woman not knowing who does it made several threats to deter the perpetrator but the thefts didn’t stop so the woman decided to poison the corn dough with CYANIDE. The man came again and stole some of the dough as usual. That same day, he had some visitors from his hometown and he ordered that some of the dough be prepared so his guests could eat. As they ate, one of the children beckoned the mum that the food smelled differently. The mum told her to shut up. About an hour later there were screams all over the house. In a nutshell, no one who ate the food was saved. The eldest son survived because he was not around at the time of the meal. With the visitors, two died on a public transport, two died by the street and one died in his home town.The father died in the hospital though the doctors tried saving him.
This sad story always reminds me of the destructive nature of Poverty. Poverty turns kings into slaves. Poverty makes demons out of saints.Only poverty turns a gentleman into a lunatic. About some years back my subordinate at work was sick and he was diagnosed with a disease which is not deadly and he needed only 5 dollars to buy drugs but he didn’t have so he died two days later. I met an18 year old girl walking slowly in the night engaging in prostitution, I got closer to her during one of my early morning joggings, and asked her “what will make a nice girl like you do this?” and she answered that she has to take care of her sick mother and siblings so she has to do it.
Because of poverty people would still like to hold on to power despite their end of tenure. A poor man had suffered all his life and made a little money, someone from nowhere picks a gun, and guns him down for his money. What can trigger all these unfortunate incidences in our lives? The answer is POVERTY. Even those who are greedy and love money do what they do not because they love money, but due to fear of poverty.
If you are going through hardship now, and not yet financially independent, keep trying because I know you will win, and be what you want to be. But if you already well to do, keep trying and build more wealth so you wont go back to poverty.
We respect Apostle Paul’s insight and Authority on divinity. Infinity thinkers cannot accept this view.The greatest threat to a peaceful world is poverty, and not love of money. I therefore call on world leaders to spend more money in eliminating poverty than fighting terrorism because poverty is the chief and root cause of all Terrorism.
DON CHACON HARDER