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Parents You Owe Your Kids A Good Start



You owe your kids wealth and success.

You owe them comfort.

You owe them luxury.

Not the kind that turns them to accountants and managers at an early age.

Calculating how much will be enough for the week.

And how to manage the last money in the house.

You owe them comfortability.

The kind that turns them to artists and poets.

Imagining how the future will be like with art and craft... With science and technology.

Singing poetry with words their mates don't understand.

Wealth breeds class!

Poverty rears evil!

A young boy just got admission, fresh with a bright future, and so he decides to attend the first year school party with his friends, he pays their gate fee to the swimming pool party and after a few drinks, which I'm sure he bought and paid for his poor friends, he decides to swim forgetting he doesn't really know how to, and soon after he begins to drown. He reaches out to his friends to help him, he feels safe and confident because he is surrounded by friends, one by one they ignore his pleas and cries for help, he struggles and struggles and then realization sets in he, is about to die surrounded by friends.

Class should always move with class, the world is evil but at least if you must die, die with, and in the midst of class.

The young boy drowned and his friends watched him drown, why...they were jealous he was always getting all the girls in their department and spending his family money, money they don't have. He died and the poor wretched and evil friends survived. This is a true life story.

A young man called his friend and asked him to accommodate him, according to him, he was in trouble with the police and needed a place to lie low. His friend agreed and told him to come over and stay till he was safe. By nightfall, his friend finished his prayers and asked the young man if he wasn't gonna go to bed, he said he isn't feeling sleepy and so the innocent friend closed his eyes and slept. He awoke with his friends hands on his throat, trying to choke him, he struggled and screamed until the noise attracted neighbors who came to his rescue. When the young man was asked why he wanted to kill his friend, he confessed that he was told to kill someone to be successful in his Yahoo business.

Imagine if his parents were rich and wealthy, he would never have dreamt of killing someone to make money neither would he have even thought of being a yahoo boy. Greed and poverty!

This is not a justification nor an excuse, laziness and greed should never be celebrated nor encouraged, and people who engage in Yahoo are the most useless, lazy and irresponsible of them all.

Yet, parents you owe your children comfort and luxury. If they must steal at least let them do so with a pen and not human lives.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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