If he could turn back the time
Are you aware that Grago’s life has become a caricature of
his life time? The fine life he once lived is now a dream that never
materialized. The latest Mercedes Benz GLE 450, the fine-light tall girls, the
exclusive apartment he rented out, the box of cash he carried in the boot of
his jeep, everything, I mean everything has vanished. He is back to his mother’s
one room house in the deepest forest of the unknown world, which he never
considered a house since time immemorial. His nick name Greg-The-Boss has
become as silent as the grave. Perhaps it is taking a break; it seems to have
disappeared into thin air too. Everyone whispers behind his back, everyone
seems to be shocked. His new look is missing the taste.
None of Grago’s friends wants to be associated with him.
Every girl has a reason in defending why she would never have socialized with
Grago. His withering body has lost all the appetizers. The muscles are now hiding
in his bones, his clothes have shrunk and his million Jewells hang loose on his
long thin neck. He looks even taller than the palm trees of his village. In his
lonely world, he now greets every one he comes across. He sometimes waves to
the bushes, birds flying and to the cattle grazing in his village. It’s so
funny how life can be so unpredictable. Grago is walking a trip, a journey from
Cape to Cairo, thus, from being a millionaire, to a beggar. His polished
English that he articulates so well at the “shebeens” of his mother land has
brought him a new nickname, the Head Master.
Now listen to me. We can’t all be Grago. You and I are
different people, but will talk the same language if we teach ourselves to be
responsible. Don’t you think it was wiser for Grago to have built his own room
or house before flashing the cash all over? Don’t you think Grago deserves a
thorough knock on the head for not building a proper house for his mum? When Grago
was rich he forgot that greetings cost zero dollars. We can’t wait for poverty
to teach us manners. You say hie, I’ll
say halloo, and then we conquer the day. I wish I could find Grago and bring
him over to you to ask him why he behaved so. Unfortunately Grago is imaginary.
Now let’s talk Saving Money
We have to teach our children the importance of saving too. Kids
learn amazingly well while young. So, before their minds are contaminated with
the worst challenges of life, let’s save them from being the next Grago. If our
children learn how to save their money while young, we will save them from the headache
of not taking loans, borrowing from First Street to Fourth Street and will
train them to be responsible individuals.
Little Stacey have said it so well in the video below.
Now don’t you think saving is important? I then wish you all
the best as you embark on your journey of saving your money endlessly. I am
starting today too; you have to wish me luck too. Oh by the way, if any of you
meet a real life Grago, the best thing to do is to encourage him to start
saving before it is too late. Remind him that sometimes friends are only there
when the field is green and vanish when the rain has stopped.
Thanks that you will start to save now. See you when I bring you the next week article.
Cheers! Kisses and hugs.
Thanks that you will start to save now. See you when I bring you the next week article.
Cheers! Kisses and hugs.
Note: The story on Grago is a mere imagination. It is used just to remind us of the possibility of it happening in real life. If there is any individual who has the same name, my apology.