Being Good

Dang, i've missed blogging but there really is nothing for me to blog about anymore...

In the last 2-3 weeks i've been running into people and it's just made me remember why they say it's good to always be good...u never know...

this past weekend, someone called me and mentioned that they had asked someone if they knew me and all the person had to say were good things and all... that made me feel good...

Just today, was in the parking lot at work when i heard someone call me...she called me by the name they call me at work so i knew it was no one from my life outside of work...was tempted to ignore the person, but she kept calling.

i sha managed and turned around and it was Ms. Blessing. Ms. Blessing was this ibo lady in probably like her sixties that had done some volunteer work for us at work bout 3 yrs ago. Ms. blessing came from the east in nigeria to come and help her daughter who works round the clock take care of her kids. I guess while the kids were at school, she would get bored and so she decided she was going to do some volunteer work in the morning till the kids came back from school.

Ms. Blessing has one of the strongest igbo accents i've ever heard and constantly added igbo words to her daily conversations such as "biko" abeg, hep me take this" and this was done regardless of who she was talking to...i always thought it was funny.

For some reason, she's always thought i was from Jamaica and i never bothered to correct that notion but she sha felt good that i was a foreigner as well even though i didn't speak as thick as her because i was pretty much the only one who could understand her and was always interested in her stories and generally had information bout how she and her daughter can benefit from the system. One of her daughter's kids has down syndrome.

I came to work one day and while passing by one of the rooms, i saw Ms. Blessing sitting down crying...an old lady crying ke? i felt really sorry for her, asked her what was wrong...she was in some serious pain...her legs were in bad shape, she didn't know how she was going to work back home. Somehow i knew she had arthiritis. I think we had been talking bout sending my granmomsie some drugs just the nite before.

I sha went to the store and bought her some arthiristis medication ...and took her home...she lives less than 5 mins away. True to it, she came back the next day and was all excited and could not thank me enough. How she felt far better than she had in a while...

Today, since i was on my way out, i asked if i could drop her off at home...we gisted a bit more and by the time we got to her house she just kept thanking me and praying for me...i didn't even remember that event until she mentioned it...said since i didn't know her from adam and did that for her, God will send help my way too and some very nice prayers like that i sha needed...all inbtw calling me Nne...lol...and telling me how she got her stimulus check...lol...

After leaving Ms. Blessing, i started to think bout how good it felt to have done good...and was wondering when was the last time i did such? Well, i'm going to go look for someone to be out of the ordinary nice to...just for the sake of being nice!!! It feels good!!!