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Wasn’t scheduled to host the birthday party of this kid, so I came as a guest. As the party proceeded, the family’s driver beckoned on me from inside. The turning 10 years old celebrant wanted his lesson teacher to host his party because the person his parents had paid was slowing down the whole fun. I obliged.

As I was handed the mic to continue with the process, the previous mc beckoned me aside and handed me a paper. It contained a list of 10 questions I was to ask the celebrant towards the end of the party. I perused through it. The 9th question read:

Who is the wealthiest person you’ve ever known?

Like a general knowledge question heh? I would think. Maybe he’d answer Bill Gates as has been kids’ regular answer over the years, but does he KNOW Gates?

Apparently, there was an answer to all ten questions in a different slip. Each answer had previously been rehearsed with the kid as per the idea of the mc. He was to get 10/10, so he had to answer all questions right. I peeped into the answer to number 9 and I saw it was his father.

When I saw the answer, I better understood the question, so I chose to ask every other question except that. When we got to the 9th question, I created one easy enough for him to answer on the spot. He got it right. As a round of applause was being awarded to him on his correct answer, I sited the look on the mc and the celebrant’s mother’s face. They knew that wasn’t the question and was pissed I had changed it. They couldn’t wait for the party to be over before they rushed towards me demanding why.

As I had been expecting this confrontation, I already prepared a swift response.

At ten, you were already indirectly teaching a kid to value materialism above community and shared friendship. To put his guests who doubled as his friends, down, especially in the presence of their parents. Clearly, the celebrant’s father was the wealthiest of men who were gathered at that event, by a mile, but the effect of a seemingly harmless question would go on to plant a seed of discord in the minds of these young ones with many of them wanting to be accorded that sort of acknowledgment in the near future. The question had no bearing and held no relevance in any way to the occasion. There was no reason for why money would be glorified in a children’s party like ‘dorime’ in a regular night club, and not on my watch was I going to let that happen. Since the purpose for such question was to make the sponsor of the party feel important, I had ensured the question I created was in line with achieving the same or similar purpose. I had asked the lad who the kindest and most charitable person he had known was, and since, truly, his father was generous beyond measures, it was an easy one for him.

Ours is a society that has taken every opportunity to trample on decent, humble, honest, patient, loving, loyal and transparent people on the altar of money. The excessive praise singing, cheers and recognition is why people outdo themselves to achieve such status. People can be on a queue in a banking hall for hours while a person can waltz in at any time, straight into the manager’s office, and have a bulk of cash move into same office to satisfy his transaction as though waiting customers are any less. Cars can drive in a fueling station and the attendant before the very presence of people she’d told there was fuel scarcity, will make moves to satisfy this car.

On very many instance, the ‘iji-ego’ factor as used by Osita Iheme in the movie, billionaires, come to play. The society have on very many occasions, passed the message that money can get you through and to any place, can get you through and to anything at any time, and we’re surprised about the aftermath of these messages?

The desperation is yet to near its peak. Stay safe!

You did well!

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Wasn’t scheduled to host the birthday party of this kid, so I came as a guest. As the party proceeded, the family’s driver beckoned on me from inside. The turning 10 years old celebrant wanted his lesson teacher to host his party because the person his parents had paid was slowing down the whole fun. I obliged.

As I was handed the mic to continue with the process, the previous mc beckoned me aside and handed me a paper. It contained a list of 10 questions I was to ask the celebrant towards the end of the party. I perused through it. The 9th question read:

Who is the wealthiest person you’ve ever known?

Like a general knowledge question heh? I would think. Maybe he’d answer Bill Gates as has been kids’ regular answer over the years, but does he KNOW Gates?

Apparently, there was an answer to all ten questions in a different slip. Each answer had previously been rehearsed with the kid as per the idea of the mc. He was to get 10/10, so he had to answer all questions right. I peeped into the answer to number 9 and I saw it was his father.

When I saw the answer, I better understood the question, so I chose to ask every other question except that. When we got to the 9th question, I created one easy enough for him to answer on the spot. He got it right. As a round of applause was being awarded to him on his correct answer, I sited the look on the mc and the celebrant’s mother’s face. They knew that wasn’t the question and was pissed I had changed it. They couldn’t wait for the party to be over before they rushed towards me demanding why.

As I had been expecting this confrontation, I already prepared a swift response.

At ten, you were already indirectly teaching a kid to value materialism above community and shared friendship. To put his guests who doubled as his friends, down, especially in the presence of their parents. Clearly, the celebrant’s father was the wealthiest of men who were gathered at that event, by a mile, but the effect of a seemingly harmless question would go on to plant a seed of discord in the minds of these young ones with many of them wanting to be accorded that sort of acknowledgment in the near future. The question had no bearing and held no relevance in any way to the occasion. There was no reason for why money would be glorified in a children’s party like ‘dorime’ in a regular night club, and not on my watch was I going to let that happen. Since the purpose for such question was to make the sponsor of the party feel important, I had ensured the question I created was in line with achieving the same or similar purpose. I had asked the lad who the kindest and most charitable person he had known was, and since, truly, his father was generous beyond measures, it was an easy one for him.

Ours is a society that has taken every opportunity to trample on decent, humble, honest, patient, loving, loyal and transparent people on the altar of money. The excessive praise singing, cheers and recognition is why people outdo themselves to achieve such status. People can be on a queue in a banking hall for hours while a person can waltz in at any time, straight into the manager’s office, and have a bulk of cash move into same office to satisfy his transaction as though waiting customers are any less. Cars can drive in a fueling station and the attendant before the very presence of people she’d told there was fuel scarcity, will make moves to satisfy this car.

On very many instance, the ‘iji-ego’ factor as used by Osita Iheme in the movie, billionaires, come to play. The society have on very many occasions, passed the message that money can get you through and to any place, can get you through and to anything at any time, and we’re surprised about the aftermath of these messages?

The desperation is yet to near its peak. Stay safe!

This intelligent post won't get to front page except toto matters, the truth is class which money brings will exist with or without money, some will have it all and many others will not. It's evident in all social animals especially mammals