Kindness

By Usman Muhammad Salihu

In our busy lives, we often overlook a fundamental truth: sharing even the little we have can bring blessings, not only to others but also to ourselves. It does not require grand gestures; sometimes, small acts of generosity can profoundly impact lives and brighten the world.

Sharing fosters connections between people, whether with friends, family members, or strangers, reminding us of our shared humanity. Offering our time, food, or clothing creates a deep sense of joy and fulfilment, and the knowledge that you have made someone else’s day a little better is a reward in itself.

What may seem insignificant to you could mean the world to someone in need. An extra meal or a warm blanket could make the difference between hardship and comfort for someone less fortunate. Sharing eases others’ burdens, inspiring them and others to pay kindness forward, creating a cycle of compassion that can transform communities. It also fosters gratitude, helping us recognise and appreciate our blessings, however small.

Across cultures and beliefs, there’s a common understanding that generosity brings blessings. The universe rewards those who give, often in ways that go beyond material returns. By sharing, we also reduce waste and better use our planet’s resources, contributing to a more mindful and sustainable world.

Even the simplest act of kindness has a ripple effect, touching more lives than we can imagine. It’s not the size of the gift but the spirit in which it’s given. A warm smile, a meal, or a helping hand—each act of sharing has the power to uplift and transform. Never underestimate the profound impact of generosity. In giving, we receive life’s truest blessings.

Usman Muhammad Salihu was part of the pioneer cohort of the PRNigeria Young Communication Fellowship and wrote from Jos via muhammadu5363@gmail.com.

By Elisha Bello

Yesterday, I embarked on a nostalgic journey to visit the son of the late Mallam Ahmadu, a kindhearted individual who had significantly impacted my life during my entrepreneurial venture in Buni Yadi, Gujba LGA, Yobe State.

I used to design and sell posters and stickers featuring Hausa Movie Kannywood actors, Bollywood actors, and football players. My business trips would take me to Kano, where I would purchase these posters and return to sell them in rural markets like Bumsa, Goniri, Kukuwa, Wagir, Buni Gari, and Tarmuwa.

Mallam Ahmadu, may he rest in peace, was a constant source of encouragement and support. He would often welcome me with a warm smile and a refreshing African Tea, accompanied by bread and egg, all for just ₦450. I would make it a point to deposit some money with him in advance, ensuring I could enjoy his hospitality whenever I returned from the markets. On occasion, he would even offer me free tea, a gesture that meant the world to me.

One fateful day, I faced a significant setback when I lost my business capital due to unforeseen circumstances. With my SSS 3 school fees and WAEC/NECO exams looming, I was desperate for a solution. Despite pleading with those around me, I couldn’t gather the required ₦13,250. Feeling defeated, I considered abandoning my education to focus on my business. That’s when Mallam Ahmadu noticed my absence from school and inquired about the reason. I shared my predicament with him, and without hesitation, he asked me to return in the evening to collect the necessary funds.

True to his word, he handed me the exact amount from his wooden drawer, saying, “Allah ya ba da nasara, Doctor Elisha” (May God grant you success, Doctor Elisha). I was overwhelmed with gratitude and asked how I could repay him. He simply said, “Whenever God blesses you, come back and pay me back.” Mallam Ahmadu’s kindness and encouragement stayed with me, and he fondly referred to me as “Doctor Elisha” due to my ability to read and interpret both Hausa and English languages.

Fast-forward 20 years, and I recently had the opportunity to reunite with his eldest son, Salisu, who has continued his father’s legacy. As I shared this story with him, we both became emotional, reminiscing about the past. I treated myself to a cup of African tea, and the memories of Mallam Ahmadu came flooding back. I’ve since repaid the debt and purchased food items for the family. Moreover, I’ve committed to supporting Fatima, his daughter, with her school fees until she completes her university education.

As I parted ways with Salisu, I shared with him that I’ve finally become a Doctor, just as his father used to affectionately call me. He was overjoyed and offered his prayers for me. This heartwarming encounter serves as a poignant reminder of the power of kindness and the impact one person can have on another’s life.

Sunana Elisha Bello, Ph.D.

Editor’s note: The story was published on Dr Elisha Bello’s verified Facebook page.

By Namadi Junior

For countless times, I used to write on this issue and later erased it from my notepad for reasons best known to me. But I will emphasize it today.

People need to understand that the phrase ‘Thank You’ must be pronounced to those who help you in any way and no matter little. Allah is my witness that I hate people to thank me for my kind gesture towards them. So I don’t get carried away by complimentary remarks.

Meanwhile, I say ‘Thank You’ to even those I pay for rendering services to me, not to talk of those who assist me. Again, it’s a virtue of humans; they want to be acknowledged for the good things they do. And I don’t see anything wrong with it.

Let me share my encounter with one young man (student) whom our driver picked on the road after we left the park. I was the one who insisted we start travelling because it’s late even though the car isn’t full. I was supposed to pay for the one seat vacant if we reached our destination without getting a passenger on our way.

Amidst reaching Zungeru, where the guy we picked on the way alighted, the driver asked him to bring his money even before fully entering the town. He gave him ₦400. The driver furiously rejected the amount by asking him to collect his money back. Instead of begging the driver to collect such an amount, he babbled that that is how they usually pay, which was a lie. So, the driver then agreed to go to the town’s park and ask how much they carry people from where we picked him up to there. If they say it is ₦400, he will collect it.

I was quiet, notwithstanding the rest of the passengers were asking the guy to beg the driver, for it appeared that’s all he had. He was too arrogant to beg him until we reached the park and asked, and they said it was ₦600. The driver then turned and looked at the guy sympathetically and said to him, you’re a student, free if I carry you, I didn’t lose. I also have children, but stop being haughty and well-mannered. He then collected the ₦400. Even with that, wallahi the boy didn’t say “Thank You”.

My question here is, why and how can people help someone with such a habit? I would’ve paid for his fare, but he proved that he was not from school through his behaviour. So let’s all learn to thank people!

Thank you.

Namadi Junior sent this article via namadijunior@gmail.com.