The Rich Man and The Noodles Seller

While waiting for the lady preparing my breakfast; noodles and a fried egg, a smartly dressed elderly man in a new looking black Toyota Camry (Spider) attempted to park at a tight spot close to her noodles kiosk. Out of sight, he had missed her cooler filled with drinks which was perched on the side…

Day 29: Sprinkle A Little Kindness Daily

“How much is it?”, my father would ask. “N1500 Sir”, he would reply. “I will give you N300”, my father would say. In my mind, seated at the passenger’s seat, I’m thinking, “Daddy, haba, which kind of pricing is this one na. Pity the poor man”.  My father can price for Africa. The kind of…