The man wey collect my money, I see am today for Oshodi, and he was begging

I no dey forget faces. My memory na like market ledger. So when I see that man today near Oshodi bus stop, my whole body just cold. Ten years ago he collect ₦180,000 from our market cooperative, my own payout month, and disappear. Twenty women money. Some of us cried for weeks.

He look old now. His cloth dirty. He was begging people for transport. I stand there and watch am small. He no see me. Part of me want to shout, call crowd, shame am. But I just turn, buy my okra, and waka pass. My mother use to say the person wey dig pit for you, na him leg go enter first.

E pain me still. But God no sleep. So why I go carry bitterness wey go spoil my own peace? I no know if I do right or I do coward. Abi forgiveness na for the person wey do wrong, or na for the one wey dey carry the load?