Steem Nigeria Contest || The Stranger I Won't Forget || Organised by @prechyrukky || Entry by @olaspecial
This occurred in my second year in university... so perhaps 4 years prior?
I was taking a world theatric course, and there was some well known entertainer who was performing at my college that evening.
In the event that I recollect accurately, it cost a little change, however it was a hypnotizing execution, despite the fact that the me in those days didn't understand person very well.
Quick forward two or after three hours. All the campus restaurant already shut for the evening.
Local food? Pizza? Supermarket and cook? Every one of these diverse food decisions coasted in my mind, and my yearning couldn't bear it any longer. So I thought I'd treat myself to something else from normal. Truth be told. Burger King.
Presently the Burger King close to my university isn't exactly renowned for its service, and I especially detested going there. Yet, it was cheap, extraordinary, and fast.
I trekked down the hills and got to Burger King, requesting a Rice, an Oreo cake, and I think chicken fries.
I got my food, plunked down, put one headphone in, and began making an irritated post on Facebook about how inconsiderate the clerk was, however how cool the Noh performance was… and afterward it occurred.
A destitute, elderly person in a wheelchair came into Burger King, and started to top off her cup with water. The cashier begins to yell, "Uhhh, pardon me ma'am? Ma'am? Did you pay for this cup? Did you purchase something today? MA'AM? You need to order something with a drink to get this, or I'll go get the supervisor" and I'm totally shocked. It's water, and this lady is obviously not the most wealthy. The lady apologizes, and turns herself over to the counter and begins to order a meal. As she rifles through her things, attempting to track down the #300 that she's short, I (truly late) choose I've had enough, and tell the cashier I'm paying.
The decent elderly person attempts to tell me it's alright, and that I don't need to pay for her, however I demand - to which the cashier simply gives me the most annoying face and asks me, "Uh, sir, would you say you are certain? it was truly annoying, and it drives me crazy recalling it each time the memory reemerges on Facebook.
I stand by with the elderly person together, on the off chance that the cashier attempts to give this woman undeniably more crap than she merits (fortunately, the cashier doesn't). I convey her plate over to where I'm sitting, and ask her what drink she needs. She said Malt, which I get, and afterward we begin talking.
She never revealed to me her name (I never asked), however she tell to me many different things. How she love Malt, and how long it's been since she's had it. Where her favourite restaurant are (which give her food, and she remarks about how the rice is amazing there). What transports she rides and what buses she keeps away from. What buses she rides to get to recently referenced a certain restaurant. How she scarcely missed said transport, and that is the reason she needed to stand by in Burger King. How great her Burger King supper that evening was. How I ought to be about a similar age as her nephew. How she ended up poor from a series of sad occasions. How significant getting another cup is, so she doesn't become ill from that. How her fingers began to disfigure from her way of life. How the poor local area is safe, notwithstanding what everybody thinks since they're simply attempting to get by throughout everyday life, as well.
She told me such a lot things, that I recall simply feeling so humbled. She was a particularly kind old woman, and the things she wanted to discuss were so scattered.
Yet, preceding that, I never considered chatting with a poor person. I never contemplated what they're going through. I never pondered what they feel. I never considered how the straightforward things could make somebody so happy.
I spent almost 2 hours with this old woman, gotten her a food, topped off her drink (the cashier was sad about that), and pushed her over to the bus station at her request, trusting that the transport will come.
As I helped her on to the transport, I recall the last thing she said to me was, "Ola you're a such a decent child. Will I at any point meet you once more?"
I told her, "for sure, I pass this way everytime - I'm certain we'll meet again!"
Yet, I never saw her again. I regularly can't help thinking about the thing she's doing, and if she's doing good.
Thank you for reading