No Condition Is Permanent In Life

 NO CONDITION IS PERMANENT!!

I was blessed to have had breakfast this morning with two Rev Fathers at a friend’s house this morning. 

The Fathers came to take delivery of a car our host bought for one of the gentlemen to be soon ordained Catholic priests from their town. 

In the course of our interaction, one of the Fathers told a story about the state of poverty his family went through to get to where they are today. 

One day, in 1973, he, the Father and two of his siblings who were all undergraduates coincidentally came home same day on holiday. 

His parents had them 9 children living in one small room just adjacent to the toilet in a dilapidated bungalow opposite Bigard Seminary Enugu. 

The Rev. Father was then in the seminary and the other two were in military school. 

Night came,the three undergraduates couldn’t find space to lay their heads. 

So they waited for everyone to go to sleep before they could make do with the corridor (passage). 

While they were fast asleep, the Lanlord came out in the middle of the night most probably to ease himself, and then stepped on them in the dark. 

Aghast, the landlord shouted “what is this” and ran into his room and got a torchlight. 

Embarrassed and afraid, they explained who they were and why they had to choose to sleep in the corridor. 

The landlord felt pity and then handed them the keys to a room he reserved for his son who was also an undergraduate. 

At this point I asked him how their parents were able to be paying their school fees. 

He said that for a couple of years after the war, the Catholic Church was not demanding fees from seminarians, for it understood, coming out from a grueling civil war, the plight the people were facing. 

And the allowances paid to the ones in military schools were usually sent home to help in the other children’s schooling. 

Then their mother was an abacha (cassava chips) seller and the father struggling with petty trading. 

“Imagine on a free day, Ide”, the Father said, addressing me,  “you went to the market with your co-seminarians to see your poor mother, only to find her crying because another woman beside her accused her wrongly of haven stolen her money?” 

Well to cut a long story short, today, this same family has six graduates. 

A Rev. Father, a retired General presently with the United Nations, a serving colonel, a doctor with the WHO, a pharmacist, and another working in the Nigerian Population Commission. 

In the Nigerian context, this family today can be said to have made it. They lack not much. 

Now this story, told with drops of tears is yet another prove that poverty mustn’t be permanent. 

Loosing hope when you seem to be down is the most disservice one can do to oneself.

-For poverty is Not a curse.

Keep the hope, be positive, and alway actively engage yourself to tackle your challenges.


Author Celestine Ebubeogu

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