One sunny afternoon, a young man named Tunde was walking home from the market. The air was calm, the street was quiet, and the smell of roasted corn floated in the breeze. As he strolled past a row of shops, something shiny on the ground caught his eye.
He bent down — and there it was: a thick brown leather wallet, bulging with cash.
Tunde looked around quickly. No one seemed to be searching for anything. He opened it and gasped — bundles of crisp naira notes, along with an ID card bearing the name Mr. Adewale Johnson.
For a moment, his heart raced. He thought, “This money could change my life. I could finally buy that phone, pay my debts, even help my mother.”
But then another thought came — “What if Mr. Adewale needs this money urgently? What if he’s in trouble because of it?”
Tunde’s conscience battled with temptation. He sat on a bench, thinking deeply. After a few minutes, he decided to do what was right. He went to the nearest police station and handed the wallet over, explaining how he found it.
The officers thanked him and promised to contact the owner.
The next day, Mr. Adewale arrived at Tunde’s small house — grateful and emotional. He had been desperately searching for the wallet, which contained money meant to pay his workers. In appreciation, he gave Tunde a small envelope and said,
“Integrity like yours is rare. May this little token remind you that honesty always pays.”
When Tunde opened the envelope later, it contained a thank-you note and ₦50,000.
He smiled — not because of the money, but because he knew he had done the right thing.
Moral of the Story:
True wealth isn’t in the cash you find, but in the honesty you keep.
Prince Sols
2 hrs agoThe Wallet Full of Cash
One sunny afternoon, a young man named Tunde was walking home from the market. The air was calm, the street was quiet, and the smell of roasted corn floated in the breeze. As he strolled past a row of shops, something shiny on the ground caught his eye.
He bent down — and there it was: a thick brown leather wallet, bulging with cash.
Tunde looked around quickly. No one seemed to be searching for anything. He opened it and gasped — bundles of crisp naira notes, along with an ID card bearing the name Mr. Adewale Johnson.
For a moment, his heart raced.
He thought, “This money could change my life. I could finally buy that phone, pay my debts, even help my mother.”
But then another thought came — “What if Mr. Adewale needs this money urgently? What if he’s in trouble because of it?”
Tunde’s conscience battled with temptation. He sat on a bench, thinking deeply. After a few minutes, he decided to do what was right. He went to the nearest police station and handed the wallet over, explaining how he found it.
The officers thanked him and promised to contact the owner.
The next day, Mr. Adewale arrived at Tunde’s small house — grateful and emotional. He had been desperately searching for the wallet, which contained money meant to pay his workers. In appreciation, he gave Tunde a small envelope and said,
When Tunde opened the envelope later, it contained a thank-you note and ₦50,000.
He smiled — not because of the money, but because he knew he had done the right thing.
Moral of the Story: