I never indulged in much charity..
if charity meant donation of money..
because I never thought about money unless the absence of it was such a challenge that I would not have my next meal..
and I have faced such situations too..
there were persons who were even better than Gods who came for my rescue then..
they did not consider it a charity..
and I could never pay them back..
I just leave control of whatever I have ..
in favour of persons I care for, persons I love..
Maybe it is not charity..
It is favouritism.. perhaps.. I do not know..
Idam na mama.. this is not mine..
Of course, I have been thinking of money in a peculiar way for forty years in my life.. as a taxman..
just thinking what portion of money was white, and what was black..
and how much should go to the State..
My ideas about money as a tax professional might have been wrong.. and even opportunistic or lop-sided ..
It is definitely not charity..
I can give only what I have..
But what I accumulated by sheer labour of reading and studying,, I have shared unconditionally..
What I shared might look litter to all ..
But then that is all what I have..
And that is the only thing I can produce myself..
Then, it is also not charity.
It is a labour of love..
No one calls that charity..
The happiness comes when the words are delivered.. the moment the words leave the fingertips.... nothing further is necessary..
If they are received well , it is a blessing.. it is bliss
If they are rejected, nothing is lost.
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