I want to share a very personal story with you. This is something that happened to me many years ago while I was an undergraduate in Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria.
It was my custom in those days to look out for the needs of people, and whenever I got the chance, I met those needs. So, this particular period, I had just met someone’s need and I was out of cash. I had no money anymore.
It wasn’t time for my monthly stipend to be sent so I was in some trouble. I went the first day without food and I wasn’t fasting. When I saw the state was getting critical, my intelligent mind (lol) told me it was time to do something to salvage the situation. And what was the solution: VISITATION!
And if you’re a gentleman like me, the surest expected place to get a good meal would be in a lady’s room. So, my visitation started. For those familiar with OAU, you would know these names.
I went from Moremi to Mozambique to Alumni to Sports to PG, visiting as many of my female friends as I could. And for all of them, I entered their rooms hungry, was offered photo albums, did some talking, and left as hungry as I came. NO ONE GAVE ME TO EAT.
I then went to a room, about the third day of my hunger strike. Two of my friends lived in that room. I still remember the look of the rice in the pot that day. When my visit was rounding off they asked me the ‘wrongest’ question . They said, “Timi, would you eat?”
I managed a smile and said, “No, I’m okay!”…lol. You might be wondering why I did that to myself. I’d explain shortly.
PS: I’d not met my wife by then. I’m sure she’d have served me without asking if I’d visited her…hahaha
I think the next day, my parents sent me some money and my suffering ended but I didn’t miss the lesson.
I went to Sports Market and bought buscuits and Caprisonne. EVERYBODY who visited me in those days, left my room with busciit and Caprisonne. When I had to adjust my budget (covering face), I changed it to biscuit and water. And that was because I wasn’t cooking in school.
PLEASE NOTE THAT I WAS ABOUT SIXTEEN/SEVENTEEN at the time this happened.
What lessons am I passing here:
1. Please, be HOSPITABLE
2. Don’t ask if someone would eat, serve them.
3. Look away from yourself. Someone needs you!
Now, I have a potbelle I’m trying to lose. I’ve forgotten the pain of my starvation but the lives I’ve blessed have been eternally blessed.
Are you hoarding five cars in your garage when someone you know doesn’t have one?
Do you have a house you could give out, yet the rent (which you don’t need) is your motive for keeping it when a family is divided because everybody has been assigned someone to squat with?
Are you taking log of your many wardrobes with the clothes and shoes and accessories in them when someone you know is repeating two dresses?
Are you so self centered that you just want people to give you and you’re not thinking of the needs of the other person?
What pleasure do we derive in being satisfied in a face of other’s suffering when we can but do something little at least for ONE PERSON?
This is a call TO LOVE. Cut the size of your wardrobe in half. Give out a car or two. Pay someone’s school fees.
This world would be a SWEET place if we all looked out for each other. Can you please put a smile on someone’s face today? Give them something that would both cost you, and shock them! You’d be a happier person, I promise you!
As long as I live, God helping me, I will play my quota in making this world a beautiful and love-filled place. Would you join me?
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