This short story if mine would back off my claims, " That givers never lack".
In my secondary School days, when I was in the hostel with my classmates, live back then in the hostel was not easy, in the hostel we live with difference classes people's even in the community at Large.
This people are the bourgeoisie which are the upper class of people and proletariate which are the lower and the lower class of people, I was opportune to be a bourgeoisie, Emeka Fidelis who was my very good friend, always comes for my assistance, which I always offered him.
After, a graduation from the college, we go to difference ways to achieve our goals, some went to higher institution to continue their studies, some went to learnt handwork,and some gotten married because of hardships and unfavorable environment.
Some was reported to Lost their life in the struggle, I never knew I would see Emeka Fidelis again, he was opportune to further his studies, which he was employed to work as a bank, few days ago, they was this interview I attended in the bank that Emeka is working.
I was usherd in to the interview hall, to my greatest surprised, I met Emeka Fidelis again, after many years has past, he was very happy to see me and asked me why I am here, which I told him that I came for a job interview.
Finally, the job was given to me not even on merit but through Emeka's recommendation, and now I am under going on the job training of which would finished on a week time.
