Early This morning, a wise friend of mine sent a motivational message to one of the whatsapp groups I belong to.
He started with this line …“Remember today, that nothing is expensive. If it feels expensive, it’s because of the size of your pocket …so enlarge your pocket, start a new line of business, even as a Teacher or a Government worker…When other people are busy complaining, our industrious Igbo brothers (We should learn from them) are busy buying lands, building and completing houses… Find out what people are doing legally to make money…”.while I was reading, I remembered Chukwu.

Many years ago, Father told us that, he received a call to go into the hinter lands and preach the gospel of the lord Jesus Christ. We didn’t know what this entailed at the beginning ,it was tough but we had bags of lessons stuffed as we left the village.

Father proudly introduced us to the church leaders and the handshakes where solid. I never felt this way before.
He said “Come, Mimi, My daughter! Meet elder This and elder That “ .Their palms felt like concrete .They were farmers, hardworking farmers and the implements and hoes for tilling the soil and making their ridges toughened their palms Making their beds and huts from bamboos was also part of it.Digging all the way down for their drinking water wells; This hardness of their palms was from toil. The good thing was that , There were totally fit, no protruding stomachs,no excess love handles but they were obviously finding it hard to survive.

Down the coal tiled road where the villagers dried cassava by the sides, there lived a courteous young man called Chukwu, who had almost everything the village needed.From tooth paste to dry gin and Benson and Hedges cigar, from Analgesics and Chloroquine tablets to large sacks of Soya beans and groundnut. The people of my new village would go there, yearly and sell their produce when it was less expensive and in season. Then, They would use the proceeds to buy what they called “One shot” in small measures, he would give them small portions from his bottle and they would go back home drunk or simply high, some considerate ones would use it to buy drugs for themselves or their ill children. When planting season approached, they had nothing to plant so they went to buy the very seedlings and seeds they sold to Chukwu, months before. The population of the wise were not so much .This circle continued, year in year out. Chukwu knew the Times and used the knowledge to grow.He knew how to plant his seeds in his stores and save for the rainy day.

The second thing I got from him was this.Chukwu had a young boy, Ogbonna , working for him , he was an Apprentice kind of, he had coached him for years . Many years later , I went there to visit and I saw Ogbonna all bearded up ,He was the master ,with another younger boy running errands here and there, his shop was filled up with all sorts of grocery , ranging from kerosene to stacks of firewood and he was selling well. I greeted him and asked about Chukwu and he gently said in a loyal tone “ Oga settled me ,he is in town now “.
This was the Age- old sharing Economy of Africa topic;this was it! I watched it on TED talk recently. The speaker called on Africans to embrace it ,to embrace that which has worked for them for ages.
When you have done apprenticeship for years, your masters are required to set you up in business. The apprentice is settled,and there is a sharing principle which is behind the scene causing the wealth amoungst the wise people of the East.

I continued reading the message to the last line and my wise friend; Nyoosu concluded that, “The greatest weapon is your minds …use it.
Never say …I cannot afford it, it is impossible,
I do not have anyone to help rather ask “How can I afford it”? You see once you say “I cannot” ,your mind immediately stops seeking ways or opportunities to make it happen ,because no one attempts what they know or believe it’s impossible. Dare to believe in yourself”