I hated Okwuabudike for always wearing a face like thunder, shouting at anybody that offended him and living a solitary lifestyle. I thought that he was very dangerous. And so, I avoided him like one avoids a leprous-stricken patient.
My son’s kidney failed. He needed a transplant, and the medical bill cost a fortune! Despite media publicity for help, none was forthcoming.
Then, one glorious morning, the doctor said, “Your son’s bill has been cleared.”
Shocked, I demanded to know who the Good Samaritan was.
The door creaked open, and there stood Okwuabudike, heartwarming smiles all over his face.