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Literature: Pride Come Before Falling

Interesting Story
We had not seen each other for about 30
years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I
saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby -
he was looking simple. He wore simple
Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to
me and was glad to see me again. But deep
within me I was not impressed with his
status compared to mine and poor me, I
couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact
details and I could see the joy in him as he
collected mine.
I told him I will drop him home in my brand
new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He
declined and said he had already called for
his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.
I invited him the next day for lunch at my
house. A part of me wanted to impress him -
To show off my success and affluence to
him, while another was to discuss
opportunities and possibly help him.
He drove to Parkview where I lived. He
looked impressed with my home. I had
taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was
heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he
was into small business and particularly real
estate. I brought up more business
discussions, but he didn't sound too
interested. I asked him how I could help
him. He said he was fine. I even told him if
he was interested, I could help him secure
some loans... He looked at me and smiled.
He told me he would invite me over soon to
his place. His old car came for him. I was
grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are
not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was
lucky. I worked in a good place.
Two weeks later, we went to see him in
Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go
because she was not impressed with the
man's status as to warrant our visiting him
in his house. I was able to convince her that
we were close friends in college. We saw the
Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for
directions to his home. Those leading us
spoke his name with deference.
It was a simple but lovely home. A 4
bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in
front. We entered his home. It was simply
elegant with a touch of class inside. He
welcomed us warmly.
Lunch was well served. His wife called him
Baba Wuraola
During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said
they were friends. I saw a company gift on
one of his tables nearby. That company
owned about 38% shares where I worked. I
enquired from him about it. He smiled. He
told me he owned the company. He also
owned the estate.
I did not know when I called him sir... I was
in awe of him too.
I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one.
Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my
Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife
was humbled and extremely calm. I could
perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked
at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and
showing off while someone who pays my
salary is quite modest and living a simple
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic
Silence! Yes!!


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