13/04/2019
MY HOUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE LOCKED on the 29th of November 2018 just because I was not able to raise the rent.
I posted it on facebook seeking for help, but all I got were 2 likes & zero comments.
So l sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of =N=150,000k. Sadly only 10 people replied. 6 out of the 10 claimed they couldn't help. Only 1 out of the 4 who said they could help actually gave me some money but the rest only gave me excuses and never picked my calls. At the end, my door was locked.
I had no where to sleep. I walked in the dark seeking options and sadly a thief stole my empty purse with my identity. He was badly bruised by a fast car as he was running away and died.
Fast forward the next day, news quickly spread around that I had died.
2500 people posted on my wall how they knew me. How great I was. A committe was formed by my “loyal” friends who contributed =N=1. 800 Million to feed guests at my funeral.
My colleagues at work teamed up and brought another =N=450,000k for coffin, tents and chairs.
I was to be burried in a coffin worth =N=150,000k the same amount I needed for rent but since they purchased it in haste there was a middle man who sold it to them for =N=100,000k.
Relatives met again, it was a rare occasion for them to meet, so they met. For my send forth, they contributed an extra =N=300,000k.
Everyone wanted to volunteer in order to appear they were helping. They printed T-shirts with my image, each T-Shirt costing =N=2,500k, so the T-shirt man got =N=250,000k from my presumed death.
Everyone wanted to speak at my funeral. There was drama all over from people who never knew how l survived. There was rumour that I was murdered by my friends. People falsely accused my successful relatives of sacrificing me. Speeches were made on how talented I was, even those who never attended my events. The few friends who supported me didn't get the chance to speak during my funeral although they knew the Truth. In fact they were prime suspects for my ‘death’..................
You can imagine how the scene turned after I showed up alive, some thought l was a ghost.
*MORAL*
Don't show people Love when they are gone. Show it when they can appreciate you...
Call people when they can pick not when they are gone and you pretend to shed crocodile tears when in fact they cannot hear you. I Am not the author.
*THIS IS THE IRONY OF LIFE; WE LOVE THE DEAD MORE THAN THE LIVING*
*I WOULD LOVE THOSE READING THIS STORY TO SHARE IT (IF YOU CAN) AFTER READING TO PREACH TO SOME UNCARING FRIENDS AND FAMILIES OUT THERE...
