NMS/85/1069 Temisan Okomi narrates his story below:
A few years ago, I was drinking at this joint I normally drink at in G.R.A when this young waitress served. Looked all of 17 and it was quite late. I was a bit bothered. She looked way too young. So I asked her. She was 17. Pretty young girl.
I could see her immediate future at that joint, so I asked her why she wasn't in school. Familiar tale of no money so she was waiting tables until she could save up to buy forms for SSCE & JAMB.
I don't remember how much it was but I asked her, If you get money for these forms, you will stop doing this job? She said yes. So I dipped my hands and pulled out my lean stash. Gave her the loot and told her she could quit. I don't do appreciation. I don't know how to handle it.
She calls me up the next day and her mom gets on the phone and starts praying for me. Truly embarrassing stuff. That was the last time I spoke with her or her mom. Fast forward to 10 minutes ago. She just called me. Said she lost my card but her mom just found it.
She is doing her convocation on Friday. Ladies and gents, I'm flummoxed. Her name is Feyi and I had forgotten about her. Truthfully, I don't even recall her face again. She is a graduate.
This is a touching story we as ex-boys can all emulate and learn from, in our own little ways let us see how we can lend a helping hand to someone in need, someone with a focus and vision that needs a little help to kick start the process. A helping hand void of quid pro quo with no string attached. A seed sown in a fertile ground that would yield forth good fruits, multiply and challenge more to be good to our neighbours.