I rang the doorbell for the umpteenth time as I hopped from one foot to the other, I could swear my brother was home, yet there was no response from him. I was ready to bend down and relieve myself, when I suddenly remembered we kept an extra key under the large flower pot by the front door.
I grabbed it, struggled to get it into the key hole and open the door and just like I thought , said brother was sat on the couch, I threw my bags at him as I whizzed by, and I managed to pull my jeans down, just it time before my bladder gave way (such relief 😮💨)
I came back to the living room and my brother still hadn’t moved, he had a faraway look on his face, his eyes were fixed on the dark spot on the ceiling that leaked during the rainy season, almost like he was having an absent seizure. He obviously didn’t hear me knock or the bell go off and he didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I was tempted to slap the look from his face but instead , I sat next to him and punched his arm playfully and finally, he looked at me
“Where were you? I asked with a look of concern, I was at the door for almost 10 minutes, knocking and ringing the bell, thankfully I remembered the spare key under the flower pot.
He quietly responded with “sorry sis” and went back to staring.
Are you ok?” I asked, with a frown on my face.
“Sis, do I look alright? Am I normal? what am I doing wrong ?”
what is wrong? you are normal in Jesus name , I quickly responded, there is nothing wrong with you.
He went on ..
“My classmates all drive exotic cars, they wear the latest brands, Dele brought the latest iPhone to school the other day, Kola just got his dad a new car , Tunde was bragging about how he just opened a new store for his mum….. sis we are all in school full time, we are all students!!! But when I ask Kola how he got the money, he just says ‘using the internet’ and nothing more”.
I want to make money too, I want to wear nice things, I don’t want to sit on the bus in the heat, squeezed between passengers, I want to help mumsi , spoil you , I want to make money like the boys. He was close to tears, and I could hear the frustration in his voice.
I turned to face him, I held his hands in mine, applying slight pressure until his eyes rose to meet mine and I chose my next words carefully
This world may not always make sense to us and that is because we are not of this world. These hands, your hands, that I hold in mine are blessed. You’re a gifted software engineer in training and like a seed planted on fertile soil, we must trust in God to bring about the right time for your fruit to blossom.
Sis, forget all this story , he said and I know all that but why haven’t I made any money , are we not all gifted engineers in the making, why is my own different?
I swear I will find a way , I swear it will not always be like this, I swear ….
I cut him off quickly, “shut up“!!! what way do you what to find? Why don’t you give yourself time , do you think I couldn’t find ways to make money too but here I am , I trusted the process, I finished school, I worked hard and now I am here with a job, making small money
Sis your job doesn’t even pay you enough , we can’t fix the roof because money , you still have to travel all the way to the island to get to work and you say trust the process, what process exactly, he asked?
I couldn’t even blame him, money is tight, it is a constant struggle between pay checks “
But I quickly responded with the word, diligence alone and not money brings you before nobility. When you look to the sides during a race, you will not only lose focus but likely the race entirely. You are too specially and wonderfully made to settle for being a knockoff version of another person”.
He stood up!!! I could tell he was not listening to my preaching anymore
Sis I will find away, he says and I am going to learn how to make money on the internet, it doesn’t matter what it costs and he walked out and left me there…
How do I tell him ill gotten wealth brings no peace, how can I tell him that awoof go one day run belle, how do I tell my innocent brother that, internet work , is literally stealing in broad day light???
Tell me people, how do we educate these young minds, how do we help them focus on the right things , how do we teach them to work hard, and I don’t even blame him, because I am not there yet but I know and trust my God..
but how do we help the younger ones , how do we teach them , reach them and influence them???
This is such a hard one and there are sometimes that I ask myself too, how I can make quick money ? but thank God for the God in me.
So guys , let’s talk about this in the comments, Mums what do you tell your kids ? what do you tell your siblings and I know the word works but what are the practical ways we can teach our young ones and not just the boys but the girls too , how do we positively influence the younger peeps because the things I see on the internet these days and stories I hear are alarming.