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PROFESSIONAL EXTORTION

 

I was in the car, moving gently and trying to navigate through the “go-slow” because of the road/ bridge under construction as a result of the new railway channel construction in Abuja. As you may have already figured I was not the driver but we all know that people that sit in front with the driver like to feel like they can do it better. I was taking quick mental pictures of the books and DVDs that the hawkers were intentionally placing by the window like it was scanning for money to magnet. A part of me was feeling bad for the guys that had just lost their intellectual property to some heartless person out there trying to make money for himself.

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My friend’s dp

I was still lost in my thoughts when I saw a guy in white lab coat carrying something. It was big and it had sparse distribution of strands of hair on it like human hair. It was the size of… ok no… let me focus on the circumference. It had the circumference of a keke’s tire (I’m assuming you know that a keke is a tricycle). I was squinting and trying so hard to make sense out of what I was seeing. When I took a closer look I realized it was the head of a baby. His body was small. It was the size of a normal baby but his head was 3 times the size of his body. I was taken aback for a minute (Thank God I was not the one driving). I squinted to observe why the guy was carrying a child at the center of the road and I realized that rather than find an organization for the less privileged or media willing to support a cause or maybe a hospital willing to help, they disguised themselves as a kind of fund sourcing foundation without any legal documents or proof. They were using a child who probably has a malignant tumor to beg for money from car to car, subjecting the child to pollution. The smoke, the noise, etc.

I was angered for a while and I felt that rather than use this child as an object of professional extortion, simply put begging, the child should have been forwarded via the right channel or via the press to solicit support or some authentic channel as opposed to bringing him to the road. I finally got over it until recently in Imo, I saw something similar and I felt I should share this concern. It may be termed as help but the danger that these children are exposed to, not just them, the onlookers, the risks. What if someone can’t stand the sight and causes a fatal accident? If there are solutions please share and tell us your take on the matter.

Love,

Einsteinette.

THE LETTER

My sweet baby,
As this pen touches this paper, smiles takeover my face and heart. Overwhelming joy and warmth fills me. God chose me to be the shelter for you for nine months and I’m glad that he finally sent my own angel to me to cool me off in the midst of the fire of earth. My love, you are a blessing and I treasure you. You saved me from shape and restored my dark clouds. I’m sure you’re confused. Ids explain:
Your father and I were so in love. They say all men are the same but he was a unique breed, different from anyone I have ever met. If there was a word that could separate him from the human race, I think “Angel” would suit him perfectly. He had a big heart. We got married and lived happily until dark clouds rested on our roof. His family harassed me constantly because I couldn’t bear a child for their son. They never really accepted me into the family because I was poor. My mother died while giving birth to me. When I was 16 my father died of cancer because we didn’t have sufficient money for the hospital bills. My uncle took care of me till I met your father. He became everything to me in spite of his family’s opinion about me. He never loved me less, he didn’t cheat and he never left my side. He dried my tears and encouraged me. In the midst of our trips to the hospital to find a solution to my bareness, the doctor discovered I had an ovarian cancer. We decided to take the risk of operation.
It’s been 10years since I got married. The operation took place 8years ago and just when I was about giving up, you came my way. I am so happy that you are here with me now. I know everyday you’ll wonder where your father is, he died two months after we received the good news that I was finally pregnant in a car crash. Too bad he won’t witness your birth but I’m sure he’ll always look out for you from wherever he is.
Don’t be sad my child, you have me. I’d never leave your side. Anytime you need me I’d be there. I’d be your mother, father, sister, brother, playmate, best friend and anything you want if only you let me. I won’t let you slip into the wrong path because I care too much to lose you to the evil claws of “pampering”. I love you. Words are not enough to communicate how I feel about your presence in my life. Life has dealt with me but it handed me a precious gift to wipe away my sorrows, YOU. Remember never to give up on life. Don’t Quit! You are the ruler of your world and what becomes of it is determined by what you create in it. Never let challenges weigh you down. Depend totally on God because even when everyone leaves and everything fails, he’ll be there. Control your mind and you’ll be able to control your world. Never let people determine your path for you. Follow your passion. You are a brave child and you’ll succeed in all you do. I will always be here to support you whenever you need me, until God feels it’s time for me to go. I love you.
Yours forever,
Your Mum (would be any other thing for you).

Love,

Einsteinette.