My neighbour's daughter ran up to me last week, holding her shirt filled with signatures. Uncle Wisdom, I signed out today. I want you to sign on my shirt. She had just finished secondary school.
The things you get from investing in people's education 😊
Her dad is a driver but Uncle Wisdom is her neighbour. She will attend University without financial problem.
When I was younger my dad listen to Sunny Ade and Barrister with some Ayinla Omowura now I understand the lyrics deeper and how it align with my life now. The funny part is how I now add beautiful Nubia to all my playlist everytime.
It’s funny how life slowly turns us into the people we once teased. When we were younger, we thought our parents were “old school.” The music they listened to sounded boring, and we couldn’t understand how they enjoyed it so much. We believed our generation had the best taste and that their time had passed.
But time has a quiet way of changing things.
As we grow older, life becomes different. Responsibilities come, experiences shape us, and our perspective starts to shift. One day, you hear those same songs your parents used to play, and instead of complaining, you actually enjoy them. The lyrics feel deeper, the sound feels calmer, and suddenly you understand why they loved it.
Then it hits you…we’re getting older too.
It’s funny how life slowly turns us into the people we once teased. When we were younger, we thought our parents were “old school.” The music they listened to sounded boring, and we couldn’t understand how they enjoyed it so much. We believed our generation had the best taste and that their time had passed.
But time has a quiet way of changing things.
As we grow older, life becomes different. Responsibilities come, experiences shape us, and our perspective starts to shift. One day, you hear those same songs your parents used to play, and instead of complaining, you actually enjoy them. The lyrics feel deeper, the sound feels calmer, and suddenly you understand why they loved it.
Then it hits you…we’re getting older too.
One day, a man died of hunger.
Not suddenly…
but quietly…
On the day of the funeral.
People came.
On that day, food appeared.
Plates were filled.
Tables were set.
What could have saved him,was now used to remember him.
~The End.