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

When you keep your money safe somewhere, you feel proud of yourself. You can now talk of investing here and there and you are ready to face most of the life calamities. You walk with your arms flying high and your head reaching the stars. When you save money, you have enough time to think of how to use your money unlike when you just squander it blindly. I understand the notion of “put your money where your mouth is” ,but let’s not forget that we have to save. From the little we make, be it a salary, business or whatever have you, money knows no color. Save, save and save. Unless if you want to be the next Grago.

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.

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.