Hi my people, it's another beautiful
moment with you. This prompt is amazing and took me down the memory lane on "My first earning/pocket money".
People born without silver spoons in their mouths, like me, can relate to how our pocket money to school could be so meager when we were growing up. It's not funny at all. Most times, we would go to school with swallows as breakfast, and no pocket to back it up. We would sit and watch other kids buy varieties such as snacks, drinks etc during break. Funny enough, sometimes we would not be proud to bring out our swallow meals and endured hunger till after school.
However, as I started to grow older and go to higher classes, I started complaining to my parents. I told them I wanted pocket money instead of the mountain of food I was taking to school. My mother could not believe what she heard. "Why do you want to starve yourself?" She continued, " No amount of pocket money could afford you the kind of food you take to school, at your school canteen. She started worrying that I might have an ulcer as of the long hours spent in school everyday if I stop taking food along.She pacified me to keep taking food to school but I insisted on taking pocket money.
The next day, my mother handled my #10 (ten naira), a very little amount that could hardly buy anything. Wow! I was so happy. That was my first pocket money. Sincerely I felt I had arrived. I felt like I had started earning that I have become a big girl. No more taking food to school. No more teasing from other students regarding what I took to school. So, I arrived at school as a queen and whispered to someone to walk with me during break. So, when I got to the school canteen for #10 rice, they said it was not available. I didn't understand the food seller at first, because there were many behind me, flipping their plates. So, I decided to shout louder, "I want to buy #10 rice, until the woman shouted back at me that there was no portion of food for such a ridiculous amount. It was so embarrassing. Hunger is really a bad thing. I managed to buy only peanuts with my little pocket money. It was then I knew the meaning of ‘purchasing power’ and started appreciating my mother's efforts. My first pocket couldn't just get me something reasonable. Nobody told me the following day before I embraced what I once rejected.
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