Hi everyone happy weekend,i believe is going smoothly....
Sometimes I like to imagine strange things. The kind of things that just pop into your head when you’re tired of your regular daily hustle or when you'rereally broke. One day, I was walking to my minimum wage job and started thinking ooo What if, on my way, I found a suitcase full of money? Like, real money say $500,000? Or one robber went to steal and police are pursuing him,he just throw the money in one uncompleted building or one side of the gutter.....jesus imagination no go kill me🤣
Let’s be honest in a country like Nigeria where people work from morning till night and still can’t afford three meals, seeing that kind of money will shake your mind. In my imagination, I see myself staring at the suitcase in shock. I look left, look right no one in sight. I open it just a little, and I see bundles of foreign notes. Fresh, clean, and stacked like the kind you only see in movies.
My first thought? God has finally remembered me! I mean, with that kind of money, I could change my life overnight. I would rent a good apartment, start a proper business, take my siblings off the street hustle, even help some people in need. The temptation would be loud.
Then, later if i now hear that pian....one “Popular Politician Loses $500,000 in Suitcase” with a full description of the exact bag I just imagined finding. That’s when everything will starts looking serious in my head. What if someone saw me pick it? What if it's stolen or connected to something shady? What if they trace it? That’s where fear starts entering the imagination.
In that moment, I will begin to think of the bigger picture. Yes, I’m broke. Yes, life has been tough. But is peace of mind not more important? What if keeping that money brings problems I can’t handle? I imagine myself returning it quietly. Not to show off, not because I’m a saint, but because I’ve seen what it means to have something and not be able to sleep at night.
In my heart, I know that even if I find it one day, I’ll do the right thing. Not because the person who lost it deserves it who knows, he might even be corrupt but because I deserve a clear conscience. I deserve peace.
This imagined situation reminded me that money is good, but not all money is for you. Some money comes with chains. And sometimes, doing the right thing is the hardest but safest path.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my post🙏
With Love🧡🩷❤️
Hamidu Yetunde
