My Father's Friend Bought Me Lunch And I Saw His Real Face

Two years ago. I dey load cartons for Onitsha main market, sweat dey soak my shirt. This one man, my papa old friend from Ladipo, he see me and shout my name. "Kola! Na you?"

He carry me go eat. Rice, chicken, malt. I dey happy. Free food. Then he start to talk.

"Your papa was a big man. How you come dey carry carton like porter?" He laugh small. "Come work for me. I go pay you 40k. Better than this your market thing."

I just look am. My carton wey I dey carry that day, profit na 18k on top. One carton. I carry three that day.

I tell am thank you sir. I finish my rice. I carry my carton waka comot.

That day teach me one thing. Some people no dey offer you job. Dem dey offer you dem own fear. Dem see you grind and e remind dem say dem never do enough.

If I had collected that 40k, today I for still dey call am oga. God is involved sha. 🙏