My pace as I left the church was faster than when I came in. I let my mind wander back to the woman I had seen while I drove to church earlier. She sat by the road, her face tilted toward the sky with a little boy who clutched an old, dirty bowl where random persons dropped crumpled notes by her side.
I got into my car and zoomed off, thinking back to the service I just left. Reverend Udonandu had asked the congregation to sow a seed and then he had gone on a roll call of mind numbing amounts; counting down from hundreds of thousand.
“Father, bless the hands that have brought their seeds to church” Reverend had said after the session was over and I was still clutching the one thousand naira note that I came to church with. It was then that I let my hand drop to my side, slipped the money into my pocket and left the church. Reverend was more interested in the pregnant envelopes today.
Finding a blind woman with an afflicted child in a street of couth mansions and sleek rides was a quite easy task. I eased my car to a side of the road and approached the woman and her child.
“Mama, good morning” I said as I took out the one thousand naira note and stretched it out. The little child, obviously too stunned; looked at his blind mother before turning to stare at me as if wondering if I was in a trance.
“Take it” I said, pressing the money into his hands. I watched as a crack appeared in the plain of sadness on his face and spread out like a ripple. The little boy was smiling.