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We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

By Ademola Henry Adigun

Read and learn from this True Life Story.
All derailers will be dealt with 'lovingly'!

Bouncingbabyboy:
Wow this is the best post of 2019!!!

Thank you Bouncing Baby Boy.
We knew people like you will learn something positive from it that is why we brought it here for people of sound mind to read and learn after hearing it from the person involved.
#TeamSimplicity

Smith234:
Wow best post in ages kudos indeed educating

hollowpot15684:
Wow!!!!

hikiki:
your torey touch me bru! modesty na the way.

Deepthoughts:
waoh!, this is so captivating n insightful.

So glad you guys learnt something from this piece also just as we did!

Deepthoughts:
I don't intend to sound impressive,but this reminds me of my own experience,I work n earn moderately, having read the "THE RICHEST MAN IN BABYLON"I applied some of the principles n it has helped me to succeed,now I have modest three bedroom flat,a car n a bike,I was once posted to the house of a very influencial personality to work,the wife n kids appeared very pompous n cocky,the man was not always around but the younger brother to the wife looks cool, gradually I befriended him,he was often sent to go pick n drop me,one I jokingly ask him to assist in taking me home as I was out of fare for okada from the drop point to my abode,I watched his reaction closely he agreed without a fuss but said he needs to get back quickly,I assured him it was just a few minutes drive,when we arrived my place,I told him this is my little home n stylishly watch his reaction,he was shocked,he asked,is this your family house or...?,I said personal n private emphatically,just then my two sons rushed out to welcome me,he was like waoh! this is wonderful,we chat for few moments n he left.perhaps he went back n discussed his experience with his sister n her children but I noticed a major change in behavior towards me in the house till I left.

This belong to the first page!
Thank you so much for sharing sir.
We love good-feeling posts as this, not bad-energy raking posts.
We hope some people can learn from your story also.
Keep being you,
the future has a lot in store for you sir.
Stay blessed.

I hope you learned a lesson, or two.

budaatum:
I hope you learned a lesson, or two.

We hope most people do too, just as we did.......

Bro you moved me to tears, that's one of the beauty of life, people that are made (I mean Really Made) not the likes of Mompha,Hushpuppy,Bnaira hardly appear Classy , the new money finish quickly while old money endure for ages. Am Humbled and Inspire

post=83580366:
Read and learn from this True Life Story.
All derailers will be dealt with 'lovingly'!

If it isn't your story biko reference accordingly o .


I knew the writer would get himself in trouble by undermining the guy because of what he was wearing or the old car that picked him up. If he was so struggling, he would be picking himself up unless na Uber.

Not interesting movie, but truth and inspiring

Great story with loads of life lessons to boot.

I thank God for humility and refusing to look or talk down on anyone.

Life is big...

nice one

MiniImportation post=83580546:
Bro you moved me to tears, that's one of the beauty of life, people that are made (I mean Really Made) not the likes of Mompha,Hushpuppy,Bnaira hardly appear Classy , the new money finish quickly while old money endure for ages. Am Humbled and Inspire

We are happy you learnt something positive from this sir.
Simplicity in life is the way to go.
Btw, we are not bro o!
We are just who we are : MANNA!
Have a blessed day ahead, as you keep life simple!

Script or not, this story should serve as a wake up call.

*Your salary might just be someone else's fuel budget. Be humble.

*Stop spending money you don't have. Be prudent.

*Dont always jump to conclusions. You might fall so hard and break your teeth

I first read this story in 2017 as a WhatsApp BC forwarded to me by my Parents

Looks are deceiving... Too many characters defining a human.. you can choose to be mad, pumpospous, arrogant modest cool, beastly,unbothered,honest,caring etc. Its best u dnt judge, or look down on people.you only observe.

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post=83580366:
Read and learn from this True Life Story.
All derailers will be dealt with 'lovingly'!

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post=83580362:
We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

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post=83580362:
We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

Bearing in mind that ass-licking the govt is what characterizes the majority of your posts, it didn't come as a surprise that this reasonable one was stolen..

Please post the author's name at the top, in CAPS... Post thief

rexbuton:
Bearing in mind that ass-licking the govt is what characterizes the majority of your posts, it didn't come as a surprise that this reasonable one was stolen..

Please post the author's name at the top, in CAPS... Post thief

..and your own dead wailing brain has not told you to make a thread out of this good story since you know the source.
Ass lickers of thieves attacking the messenger and ignoring the beautiful message by .
Una go just dey carry una body odour everywhere!
She is definitely all of you nightmare in life. losers in pains. keep doing your thing. I am with you.

Co-signing that he should've credited the actual author of the post. It's the honest thing to do.

rexbuton:
Bearing in mind that ass-licking the govt is what characterizes the majority of your posts, it didn't come as a surprise that this reasonable one was stolen..

Please post the author's name at the top, in CAPS... Post thief

post=83580362:
We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged co seentact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

Kindly add that this story was gotten from Twitter.

People buying things they do not need to impress people they do not like.

post=83580362:
We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

Can I copy and share on whatsapp please?

jeph19:
Can I copy and share on whatsapp please?

jamesfadairo:
Love this! Life isnt about how people from outside see it, but with instagram and other social media , we all want to become celebrities. Permission to copy?

Kindly go ahead sirs.
Share this as much as you can.
Just as we did.
Being simple in life is the way to go.
Good sane people are learning from this.
Stay blessed.

madridguy:
I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

This is deep Chairman.
Good to know that good and sane People like you are learning one or two things from this thread, as much as we are doing also.
While some pessimistic souls are in pains reading this!

bukatyne:
People buying things they do not need to impress people they do not like.

Hmmmmm, this is deep!

post=83583435:
This is deep Chairman.
Good to know that good and sane People like you are learning one or two things from this thread, as much as we do also.
While some pessimistic souls are in pains reading this!

daddytime:
Great story with loads of life lessons to boot.

I thank God for humility and refusing to look or talk down on anyone.

Life is big...

Actually Life is Light : Ayefele!

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Kindly go ahead sir.
Share this as much as you can.
Being simple in life is the way to go.
Stay blessed.

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post=83580362:
We had not seen each other for about 30 years. The Lord has been kind to me. When I saw him again - this time at a hotel lobby - he was looking simple. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.

I told him I will drop him home in my brand new Range Rover and I pointed it to him. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked old, a 2001 Honda Accord.

I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him - To show off my success and affluence to him, while another was to discuss opportunities and possibly help him.

He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he didn't sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans... He looked at me and smiled.

He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself...I was lucky. I worked in a good place.

Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja. My wife and I. She was reluctant to go because she was not impressed with the man's status as to warrant our visiting him in his house. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. *Wuraola Estate.* We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with deference.

It was a simple but lovely home. A 4 bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly.

Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola

During lunch, he asked about my MD. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.

I did not know when I called him sir... I was in awe of him too.

I had learnt a lesson in humility - A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort.

Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I could perceive the thoughts in her mind. I looked at myself. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life!
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!

you are lucky your idiotic woman did not disrepect him...

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post=83583435:
This is deep Chairman.
Good to know that good and sane People like you are learning one or two things from this thread, as much as we do also.
While some pessimistic souls are in pains reading this!

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