I represent the lower class. I share in the pains, inadequacies and trauma of the disadvantaged and less opportune people who form this class.
We struggle to make ends meet. We hustle all day and end up with gains that does not commensurate with amount of hardwork. “Gains” only favour the rich.
They work their assed out too.
However, I’ve noticed a behavioral pattern dominating the space of the lower class especially those who are privileged to work or move closer to them. We develop a nauseating sense of entitlement and expect that all our financial problems be resolved by them.
We feel entitled to their treasury, troubled when we expect much, and they give little. We see them as ‘demons’ and allow this spirit of entitlement erases all good memories we’ve shared together.
The rich are humans too. They have families to cater for.
They have wealth to sustain and progresses to make in their businesses to remain relevant. They also want to maintain the ladder at all cost and sometimes it takes more than personal sacrifices.
Lastly, you are not the only poor person who needs their help. As you approach the rich for help, hundreds also knock their doors and make crazier requests too.
When you knock and it’s not opened, be calm. When you knock and its not opened widely, be happy. When you knock and they open it, give you little out of their mass wealth, be thankful and show appreciation.
Eliminate the spirit of entitlement and be humble enough to know that he or she has given you out of his sweat and many hustles. Be thankful and appreciate the little.
Do not be a stubborn poverty-stricken person.
Olowo po, alaanu won… We have plenty rich men but generous people are minute.
I surely have a story to tell but not today.
Olayimika dupe ore o🙏