GIVE A HAND

One evening, on the 11th of Dec 2012, i was coming back from a lecture, hungry and tired. As i walked into my street lane, an Aboki man (malam or mobile shoe menders) ran into me, so weak, dull in his face and afraid...i saw this in his appearance. He pleaded ''PLEASE HUNGRY, PLEASE HUNGRY'' i never understood him quite well in the first place. But i asked him again, drawing my right ear down and close to hear him well, ''WHAT?'' & he drew backward & said again, with a lower, hungry & humble voice ''HUNGRY, HUNGRY'' he was begging in fear and trembling...
I withdrawed myself too & looked right into his eyes & fear griped him the more, i had no intention of driving More fear into him. when i looked around, ['cause i was wise enough & security conscious to avoid being bombed] then i notice they were in group begging all along the street, this were probably groups of shoe menders from the race of housa or fulani land, They, maybe are working for their Alhaji & maybe they've done no work through out the day.

I don't want to give him money but also i couldn't bear leaving & walking away from him. so i summoned him into a restaurant near by & i asked him what he would like to eat & he said rice then i told the waiter to give him a plate of rice. i gave her the money & was walking out when his other brother rushed into the restaurant & was looking straight at me. i boldly told him 'join your brother' & i walked out but as i looked back in pitty they both started waving their arms to me, maybe they couldn't speak or say thank you, so i waved back & walked away.
As i walked down the street tears rolled down my cheek...tears droped from my eyes just like a crystal fountain, not just 'cause they were hungry but because i may not be there for them tommorow. I only wish i could help or give to them all, but i had no much money on me. 
The same evening i took a walk out & i saw them sited on the road side & they didn't even recorgnize me...but i saw this different happy mood in them as they discoursed & i became happy too.

This lead my mind to the story of a certain man traveling from his country to another. Along the way he was robbed of his goods & was beaten up, left on the road side, half dead with no help, his brothers saw him & wouldn't help him but his enemy (a good samerithan) picked him up & took good care of him.
There are still certain batared travelling men all around the world today, Now, will you walk away or will you stop to give a hand. Do not discriminat, isolate or segregate... You only seperate the good from the bad if you can, but you can't. 

#. Never judge a person by the colour of their skin, the race they emanate from or even judging a person by the character others of his kind or from his tribe possesses, if ever you must judge, judge by the personal content of their character.
#. help as if what you do makes a big difference.
#. No matter how small, it is called HELP.
#. If you can't feed a hungry people then feed just one.

HELP PEOPLE NOT BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU HAPPY BUT BECAUSE IT MAKES THEM HAPPY. & YOU WILL FIND GREATER HAPPINESS YOU'D NEVER WITNESSED.
HELPING POEPLE IS A GREAT DEAL OF PROTECTION...{written by Manuel clouder}...San cata™