Asides the old man, there were three other people in that “keke”. They went on about how what if the old man was lying, and how you just don’t help people the way I just did the old man. I smiled and a single tear rolled down my cheek. The truth is, I might be twenty now, but I would not always be twenty, I will age too, and I don’t want to think back and discover I wasted my life being what everyone else wanted me to be, everyone, but me. Yes, that went through my mind, but in that very moment while paying the old man’s fare, my most prominent thought was my father in faraway Jos, Plateau state. Believe it or not, karma exists, what you give always finds its way back to you. So as I paid his fare, I prayed somehow, someone would help my parents where I failed to. It was a silent prayer, but a powerful one.
Amalia is a 20 year old 3rd year student at the College of Medicine – University of Lagos. She hopes to specialize in Cardiovascular Surgery or Community Health after her medical education. Her favourite food is Noodles & Chicken, and her favourite colour – pink. Her philosophy of life is “Karma is Real…what you give you get.” Her above essay clinched 4th place in the Girl Pride Circle Christmas Essay Competition.
She has won a couple of writing contests, including one in which she was opportune to meet the veteran writer – Chimamanda Adichie. She writes with four other friends at www.writtenwhisperz.com