A VERY SHORT STORY

A VERY SHORT STORY

I needed a little cash in my pocket today so I pulled

over at a POS kiosk. A man who looked to be in his late fifties

was the owner and operators of the POS business. He said he

was an Igbo man from Imo state when I asked which state he

was from.

I was in a hurry, but just by the side of the POS kiosk was a

phone accessories shop so I also decided to get an iPhone

charger since I needed it.

While I was selecting the kind of charger I actually needed I

told the POS operator to give me N40,000 cash and include

his service charge. He said his service charge was N800 & I

did not object.

While my card was in the machine & debit was being

processed after I had pointed my pin on the button of the

machine, the man counted N40,000 cash & gave to me. I

collected & pocketed without counting.

Processing over and transaction approved, he issued me the

print out receipt which I threw to the ground without looking

at.

I picked an iPhone charger & paid cash to the accessories

dealers from the money the POS operator paid me, and

walked into my car to zoom away.

A still small voice told me to look at the debit alert on my

phone, so I disengaged my gear to look at the alert.

Lo & Behold, the alert I got from my bank was N4,800 instead

of N40,800 from the POS transaction.

I looked more closely the second time just to be absolutely

sure, & saw that indeed the debit alert was N4,800.

I looked at the POS man from the tinted glass of my car. A

man in his late fifties, you could tell that he was trying to

battle to stay afloat on the turbulent waters of life.

His countenance said it all. He had just mistakenly "dashed"

me N35,200 of his sweat, perhaps, almost all his capital for

his POS business.

If I drove off, he will go back home to his family, & after trying

to reconcile his account for the day's business, there will be

festival of tears & anguish up in realizing the shortfall. The

misery would last for weeks.

In my cars, tears were already welling in my eyes as I peeped

at the man. In this extremely hard economy in which we

operate, a struggling man has just done himself in.

I wiped off the tears from my eyes & alighted from the car

with my key on ignition. I moved to the kiosk.

"Oga make I do another one." he said, enthusiastically. I shook

my head without uttering a word, reached to the ATM in my

pocket & gave to him.

"Please collect N35,200 from this ATM.", I said. " Should I

include my charge", he bellowed. "Just do as I said", I insisted.

Transaction done, he wanted to count money to pay me.

And I said, "Sir. its your money. You overpaid me by N35,200

from the first transaction. It's actually your own mistakes."

Abruptly, the man fell down & held my feet, crying real heavy

tears & mumbling blessings on me.

I lifted him up, hopped into my car & I was gone!

A little honest here & there, and the world can actually be a

better place for all.