SEEKING FOR ALMS. By: StacySpeaks.


It has become the order of the day. An insect creeping into the minds of people. Nothing good comes easy yet you want your life to be milky🍦🍦🍦. How do you explain that on your way to work daily, you are stopped by a well-dressed young looking man at the bus-stop🚹🚹 and he says to you, “Madam, please can you give me some money to transport myself to work? I even think this is a more decent approach because I have had worse encounters with a lot of them. “Aunty, please buy akara for me” is the regular line of the man at that junction every morning as I walk along that street. I begin to wonder if he sees no other street where he can take his cry to.
Poverty is written all over their faces.

Everyone is hungry, thousands are dying, 😭😭😭 yet you give birth like chickens and you are unable to cater for your chicks. I passed by the side walk and saw how she displayed her not more than 7 months old triplets🚼🚼🚼, laying them side by side on the road; using them as a reason to beg passers-by for alms. These children are unduly exposed to all sorts of parasites; they are not even well fed and are very uncomfortable.

The one that caught my attention was that of this young healthy guy who just stands by the pedestrian bridge, saying, “Abeg, help me with ₦50 there” or “I fit see small change for your hand”. It would amaze you to know that this man stands at that spot from 8am to 11pm daily.
They all call themselves hustlers.

Now tell me, what is this country turning into? Are we a joke or something? Why doesn’t the young and healthy want to work? Why is laziness and get rich quick syndrome eating the good of the land? Where will all this acts lead us to? And who will rescue us? These are the questions I am still searching for answers to🙇🙇🙇.

When there are a lot of beggers people get tired of helping.

Every healthy Nigerian has no reason to be on the streets begging for alms. They don’t need it. They should get to their feet and work else they will all drown in the flood of hunger and poverty.

There is always a light at the end of the tunnel no matter how long such tunnel seems.

Written by: StacySpeaks 2016.

Photo credit: Google Chrome.

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