Am feeling so ashamed and regretting as I type this. Why? Leme tell you why……….. Sundays I usually reserve them to read or research and plan for the week’s work and in the evening I go for icecream or just a walk with my ipod and some good soft slow music beating through my headphones. I would to go for a beer but now that’s been banned as Mondays I need to be fresh and no hangover. Yesterday as I was reading an article on my laptop about successful young millionaires. I opened one website for young and successful business executives and then there was a link to bloomberg. When I opened that link, I almost spit the yogurt I was eating with a spoon in my mouth as if I had swallowed a cockroach. Guess who I saw on the website? There was a picture of 4 young handsome guys, dressed smartly in ties like Jehovahs Witnesses on a sunday. Among those 4 guys, the 3rd guy was a guy I lived with for 2 and half months in solwezi. Was I happy to see he had succeeded? YES and NO... Let me put you in the picture of what I am talking about. I will start by asking you this question...HAVE YOU HAVE SEEN A CATHOLIC PRIEST IN A BUS PREACHING then later he passes a plastic bag asking for mutulo or offering? Or have you ever heard them talk about money? What kind of cars do they drive or how do the houses they live in look like? But who pays for those lifestyles? Offering in church? Oh no no no......I wont go deep into this topic but on a surface level, most catholic clergy have what is called a BENEFACTOR.....these usually are wealthy families in ITALY, AMERICA or even here in Africa who adopt a church or some student or a priest and takes care of his needs. One time one of these wealthy American ladies who had a lazy son sent him over to the house she was sponsoring where apparently I was staying in Solwezi. She specifically sent these instructions to us. THAT BOY IS LAZY, HE IS SPOILED, AM SENDING HIM THERE FOR THREE MONTHS FOR YOU BROTHERS TO TEACH HIM THE VALUE OF HARD WORK Just like in the movies but this really did happen……. The guy was told by the mother that he was coming to see how their money was being spent specially at Chesire homes and one orphanage we were building near Maheba Refugee Camp and another near Lumwana Mine. The brother arrived we picked him from Ndola international Airport, spent a day at Franciscan Centre in Ndola and we were off to Solwezi. We arrived around 15 and refreshed and had some food and the day was it for the day. The first few days were ok for this guy. Later after a week or so he came to ask for a washing machine and I gave him a shomeka and boom to go wash. He couldn’t wash his own clothes. Instead of helping him or teaching him, I found it funny how much he couldn’t do anything…for instance we had a chef from Monday to Saturday, Sundays the cook was given off to rest. So it was self-service. He couldn’t even boil eggs…he was a classic case of a real spoilt brat. Why am I telling this? Well after two months he was looking dirty kwati ala pepa ibange. After that he could stand it and threated to kill himself if we didn’t call his mother. Well the mother came after a week and he cried like a boy and hugged his mom. We all said “but kwena chipuba ichi”…he left and that was it. I saw him again yesterday; he is now a young successful business executive in a million dollar company (probably one of his mom’s or her connections). Now am thinking to myself, ndepishamo pen, what if I had been good to this guy and taught him what to do with the right attitude and a brotherly affection? What if I had been there for him when life hit him hard in his stay in Zambia? Am sure he would have remembered me and made a brother for life. Am thinking now that I have left the priesthood and got my degree wouldn’t I have just sent an email to this friend I would have made a brother when I had the opportunity and been on my way to a great job in America?? Apa teti njeshe no kwesha….insoni even were to start I don’t have…I and some other guys used to laugh at this dude to the extent he threatened suicide… This is a bitter lesson for me and I think naimwe you can learn one or two things…be good to EVERYONE, YES EVERYONE, even the cocky fool and the seeming failure who looks like he has no future….in bemba they say OKOSULILE EKOPA NOKO…. YOU ARE NOT GOD AND NEVER KNOW WHAT THAT PERSON YOU ARE MISTREATING BECOMES TOMORROW.. THIS IS A WARNING TO BOSSES TOO WHO THINK THEY OWN THEY WORLD…YOU WILL HAVE A RUDE SHOCK ONE DAY…. PISHAMO PEN AND RESPECT EVERYONE..IT DOESN’T PAY TO BE AN ASSHOLE!
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 07:33:22 +0000
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