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The Day I Was Robbed, A Stranger Fed Me.
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John
13 hrs agoI was walking back from work that day.
No bike. No wallet. Just my tired body and my bag.
They came out from a corner three of them.
I didn’t struggle.
They took my phone, my ₦7,800 cash, even my wristwatch that wasn’t even working.
One of them slapped me before leaving.
I stood there.
Dust on my face.
My ears ringing.
I wanted to cry, but not because of the phone…
I was hungry.
I walked 40 minutes to get home.
Then I passed a mama-put joint.
I didn’t have the strength to pretend.
I sat on the bench outside.
Not to buy food just to rest.
The woman inside looked at me and said,
“Oga, you look like say you never chop.”
I smiled weakly. Said nothing.
She served me rice and beans with meat.
I said,
“Ma, I don’t have money.”
She replied,
“I didn’t ask.”
I wanted to cry.
It wasn’t the food…
It was the kindness when I expected nothing.
That was 4 years ago.
Today I pass that same spot every Sunday just to buy food and pay double.
Not because I’m rich.
But because I learned something that day:
Sometimes strangers show us the kind of love our family forgot how to give.