Let’s start from the beginning.
History has it that when I was a little girl ( I’m kuku still a baby girl if you don’t know o) any time someone begs for any item I’m holding, instead of hiding it behind me, I’d raise it up. I’ve always known that I have sense but where I got this one still baffles and embarrasses me till date. We’ll get back to that. Let’s talk about giving.
My Mom taught my siblings and I how to do business and save money. I remember one time like that with our kolo (piggybank, even though mine looked nothing like a pig but I’ll take it).
Kolo is a box made with tin peak milk or milo chocolate, compressed and moulded. Every naira and coin went into that kolo.
When it was time to break it, oh the joy! We got out my Dad’s screwdriver and flat end tools to open them up only for my Mom to say we’ll remove tithe and offering from it.
Who is a tithe and offering ma?
Oh! That act they taught us in children church.
Wait o. So I’ll drop all these money in that offering bag?!
Mom explained the one-tenth part and I chose not to understand it.
I just couldn’t understand it.
I spent the entire night of that day talking to my Friend, Jesus. I kept asking why I had to give some of my money away.
What gangan will they use all, sorry, some of my money to do?
All I remember was Him smiling and looking down at me in love…say no be by force.
The following morning, all of us totalled our money and my Dad told us the tenth of each. I was going to drop everything laslas but my Dad said I really don’t have to and if I want to give at all, it should be from my heart and not because they said so.
Well, you know how it ended.
That money is plenty fa 😐
Laslas – eventually
Kuku- as a matter of fact
Fa- ermm, you’d have to ask people from Ilorin.