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Martin Beck Nworah Friday, November 09, 2018 2

Last night, I sat on the floor of the parade ground.

The cool evening breeze was my only company as I watched lovers having fun.

I didn't notice when she stopped in front of me. 

I was lost in something very far away from reality. 

She tapped me. 

"Beck? Martin Beck Nworah right?"

I nodded.

"Ok. Can you do me a favour please?"

She is in my platoon. I remember her face not her name. 

"What do you want?"

She needed me to help send money to someone. The mobile ATM on camp didn't allow her to make the transfer, so she wanted me to help her transfer the money so she can give me cash. 

"Have you collected your 19,800 allowance?"

"Yes Beck. Why ask?"

I shook my head and asked her who she wanted to send the money to. 

"My mum. Here's her account number."

I quickly did the transfer for her and she called her mother. She spoke in her native language, but she had no idea I understood everything she said. 

I told her to sit on the floor beside me when she ended the call. 

"Your action touched me. You just sent out 10k of your allowance, do you still have enough to last you?"

She smiled. "So you heard what I said?"

She sent 10k out of her allowance to her mother. She wanted her to use the money and buy new school uniforms for her 2 junior sisters and also take them to a hangout to ride kid's toy horses and all those stuff. 

"Beck, we are poor. I know it's difficult saying this to a random guy but that's the truth. I got a good job offer here and I believe God wants to change the fortune of my family through me. I really don't want my siblings to go through the mental stress of being from poor homes."

I looked at her again.

"You don't look poor, that is if there's any physical scale to rate that."

She laughed. 

"I get to hear that alot. But you know, Beck, I don't have to look like what I am passing through."

Those words opened my head. "I don't have to look like what I am passing through."

I thanked her for being kind and thoughtful. 

I excused myself to go and sleep. 

"Goodnight Beck. It's still 8pm. I'll spend some more time here before going in. You have a nice spot here."

I gave her a thumbs up.

"I don't have to look like what I am passing through."

Sabi girl! 

If you felt touched, please do share with your friends. Even in lack, you can still find joy. 

Share with your friends.

Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.

#TheMBN

Martin Beck Nworah

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