Life and I

Dear Me, I am stranded.

April 1, 2019
Dear Me,

     I am stranded of all good things I think. Just yesterday I was one of the happiest, and today I am very unlike I was yesterday.

Money may be the root of all evil- this I do not agree with, but let me just say it like that- but it does a lot for humans.
Permit me to say money can do and undo and redo but it is not all. Still money is important.

My saying I'm stranded of all good things is in reference to what money can buy/ get me. My chocolates, hollandia yogurt, cookies, and other yummies of this life. Even my savings needs money to survive, it can no longer be called savings if there is nothing being saved.
I spent my last one thousand naira last night with joy and in anticipation for the next pocket money that is due this first day of this new month. (Happy new month by the way)
My father says he has sent the money but it seems the bank is having problems allowing the money find its way to my account. Now the money has left my father's account but has not entered mine, it is suspended in the air.

I would have taken out of my provisions of golden morn and the likes but they finished days ago and I was going to get another set of provisions with the money suspended in the air.
I'm beginning to get hungry.
It is almost 1pm.

Sigh.
Perhaps I should start eating sand pending the time my money finds its way to my account, lest I die.
I sound like I love money? I do not, I only need it to survive in the life.
I will be starting exams soon and I need the some of the money for clearances that are required for my exams, my provisions too need to be bought with money, I also need money to print out my project for a course, to live as an human, as a student and as a lady, I need this money to lovingly drop into my account like rain on a roof.
With these points of mine, I hope you will agree with me that money is not my love, but a need to solve a need.

This takes me back to the time when at a program one day, a young know-it-all youth who happened to be the guest speaker had condemned the love of money but had gone far to say we don't need money for anything in this life. We don't need to have a million naira or more in our account, it is all greed.
What does anyone need a million naira in his/her account for?
How does one breathe well knowing one has such amount of money in one's account merely there?
Why should one have such amount in the first place?
For what reason? He asked of us.

We had answers but we kept them to ourselves.

After his irritating speech, the host and convener, who was a youth like the guest speaker had come up to inform us that it was possible for us to appreciate the guest speaker with contributions of money, then a small basket was passed around and not so much as a hundred naira note was dropped. It went back as empty as it was passed around.

The question that must have been on everyone's mind should have been "Why give money to one who has condemned money?"

5pm
The alert I received just now brought back my happiness. I had to call the bank to complain as I couldn't hold it again.
My money has finally been un-suspended, hurray!
I'm off to get food, because I so so so hungry.
Shall I get yam and egg or porridge? Or shall I buy both? Lol.
Catch you later.
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