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Fountainofyouth:
Poor people are the most wicked and evil sets of humans roaming the earth, why will you give birth to, not one, two, or three, but four innocent souls to come to the world to suffer life with you? Why? Look at the parents, how do they even fvck?

I'm pissed, I have no sympathy for the parents, only the kids.

How can you be asking "how do they even fuq?"

4 kids ain't proof enough?

Nbotee:
Life is unfair and some ppl are also not being fair to demselves... Ayuba is crippled and is married to anoda crippled and dey beg for a living but somehow he's comfortable with birthing 4kids he cannot raise..

Omo I tire ooo

LadySarah:
Ayuba or his wife should first be taken to a health institution and be sterilised.
With more help, they'll birth more.

I once admonished one to follow me for fp.I was helping her sort of. close to 3 yrs, the matter hasn't been brought up again. Their story is worrisome Lyk dis one.

This suggestion looks quite harsh and funny but it is the most reasonable thing to do because truth be told, with more comfort they will surely birth more kids. They should be sterilised

Truth is Ayuba was wrong birthing four kids he cannot take care of but I think we should all stop mastubating over his mistakes and look for a way out for Him..


one way or the other we all have made some mistakes in the past... we shouldn't look at others mistakes as the worst and find a way to make excuses for ours..


HOL please find a way to help Ayuba by teaching him a skill or open up a small business for him to cater for his family needs..

Four children!

This is why there should be family planning in the country. The man can barely survive yet he has four children!

So sad !
Everyone is saying life is unfair. I tend un disagree with that, rather we are unfair to ourselves and to life. When we have let greed becloud our sense of reasoning how can life be fair ?

Part of my poem goes thus;

"When Man's inhumanity to man shall cease,
And justice, peace, unity, harmony reign supreme.
Then shall we have ourselves a wonderful world to live.

If that picture is where Mr. Ayuba resides, that means u have not seen it all. As someone that has spent some years in field work, baba I hv seen the worst of it all

Those children are assets for 2023 election. �

CharleyBright:
Short of Words.
But truth be told.... Why have many kids you can't fend for?
Rich people these days are settling for 2 kids or 3kids at most. Poor people these days are having 5 to 7kids, and they open their mouths to tell you the God that giveth will provide.
By end of the day, the children will suffer and pass thru hard lives and in most cases never make it to higher institutions.
As you lay your bed, so you shall lie on it.
The North should Stop breeding children they can't cater for.

The north needs those kids to raise election results for them �

CharleyBright:
Short of Words.
But truth be told.... Why have many kids you can't fend for?
Rich people these days are settling for 2 kids or 3kids at most. Poor people these days are having 5 to 7kids, and they open their mouths to tell you the God that giveth will provide.
By end of the day, the children will suffer and pass thru hard lives and in most cases never make it to higher institutions.
As you lay your bed, so you shall lie on it.
The North should Stop breeding children they can't cater for.

ObongawanKIKI:
God help these souls. So many poor sights out there in Nigeria. Thank you Helping Ordinary Lives for telling this story.

Kiki is that u....
Radio maestro...

J111333:
Why the hell were they producing children? Not one, not two but four kids?
This really got me mad as hell right now?

I remember visiting a family friend's grandmom sometime ago at a local hospital and I saw this lady that had just got delivered of a baby. She was held back or seized at the hospital because of a bill of about 40k or so, I can't recollect.
Aside the new born, she had other two little very hungry looking kids with her. They said they hadn't eaten for the day and that was evening. In fact, a nurse said she bought them coke and moi moi or something the day before and she wouldn't be shocked if those were all the woman and her kids had until then.

The husband, an okadaman left them there saying he was running around for the bill but the wife confidently told me he ran away and it was two days already. Only God knows how much long they would've been there without food.

I was mad as hell, mad at the nurses and every goddam staff there but my anger was more on the woman for breeding like an ant when she didn't have means to take care of the kids.

Out of anger, I must have told the woman to kick her husband's ass when next he came to her with his dangling lazy dick.

Why are people recycling poverty? Is it not foolishness that one will leave a hungry mouth and feed the dick or the vagina.

"Why are people recycling poverty." I really wonder. It's so crazy. You're suffering, you now bring more people to the world to suffer. It doesn't make sense to me.

it's not their faults that they gave birth to those kids in their numbers, what I'm blaming them for is why a cripple would marry another cripple.

kay29000:


"Why are people recycling poverty." I really wonder. It's so crazy. You're suffering, you now bring more people to the world to suffer. It doesn't make sense to me.

And someone was telling me on another thread how it is a privileged to be born. These 4 kids by this cripple, do you think it's a privilege for them to be born? Inside life!

Most Nigerians are good at recycling POVERTY.

CharleyBright:
Short of Words.
But truth be told.... Why have many kids you can't fend for?
Rich people these days are settling for 2 kids or 3kids at most. Poor people these days are having 5 to 7kids, and they open their mouths to tell you the God that giveth will provide.
By end of the day, the children will suffer and pass thru hard lives and in most cases never make it to higher institutions.
As you lay your bed, so you shall lie on it.
The North should Stop breeding children they can't cater for.

First off, stop this nonsense of North this, North that, we Southerners are also guilty or "breeding" children we cant take care of. I see such families EVERYDAY and they're neither Northerners or Muslims.

Now, I feel the reason poor people tend to birth more kids than the rich is because the poor have this mentality the more kids they have, the brighter their chances one would turn out to be "somebody" tomorrow and take good care of them when they grow older. So, if they have 5 or 7 for instance, it is more likely one of them would "make it", but if they bore 2 or 3, that chance naturally becomes slimmer.

The rich on the other hand already have the future of the kids secured for them even before they're born. In addition, they dont have to worry about having a kid take care of them when they grow old because the money they've made for themselves can see comfortably to their welfare even at old age.

It is just unfortunate. As for me, I've also resolved to have two, but three at most.

I don't know if I am been wicked or mean but the fact is that I can't and won't just bring myself into assisting any beggar from the north.

Nbotee:
Life is unfair and some ppl are also not being fair to demselves... Ayuba is crippled and is married to anoda crippled and dey beg for a living but somehow he's comfortable with birthing 4kids he cannot raise..

He is probably a Muslim with right to four wives but chooses to stick with one. That's all his mind could probably process, with that we can say he tried his little best. Had he two or more wives in that condition, I believe even the visitors empathy for him would have died a natural death.

but some men sha
how u able to still gain erection and be nacking when u know ur case financially is completely hopeless
and the worse thing is that its the very poor who have more kids
sonmeone who is earning a good sum of money will have just two or three kids but a gateman earning just 5k monthly will be having up to ten to fifteen kids
na wao
kudos to the good samaritan

CharleyBright:
Short of Words.
But truth be told.... Why have many kids you can't fend for?
Rich people these days are settling for 2 kids or 3kids at most. Poor people these days are having 5 to 7kids, and they open their mouths to tell you the God that giveth will provide.
By end of the day, the children will suffer and pass thru hard lives and in most cases never make it to higher institutions.
As you lay your bed, so you shall lie on it.
The North should Stop breeding children they can't cater for.

we shoudnt just blame the north alone cos the south is also guilty of this.i have seen some gate men who are christians and from the south having up to 15 children and such men will be earning only 10k.some even have concubines sef and the concubines will also have large number of kids for them.Its a nigerian thing not a northern thing.

Fake news, the north is doing well and their brother buhari is helping them..... southerners should focus their philanthropy to their home lands, charity begins at home, Ayuba will still vote buhari if he goes for a 3rd term and if he had his way Ayuba would still like to have 5 more children. Stop fetching water with a basket, start your philanthropy from your village

uche87:
Being the Director of Communications at Helping Ordinary Lives, HOL Foundation is challenging. Every day of your life, you feel the gas left in your tank would dry up and then your race will end before the finish line. Every day is a battle to put at least short smiles on the faces of people, who hope for reason to express genuine happiness. The biggest or funniest jokes by the best clown or comedians in town can't move them as their pains are bigger than them all.

It is easy to read about the spate of poverty in Nigeria and Africa on the pages of newspapers or journals. It is harder to get a full picture of poverty and stand to look at it in reality. You not only fight to hold your tears, you also fight for the strength to stand on your feet. 89 million Nigerians are living in extreme poverty in Nigeria despite the yardstick for the measurement of poverty is being below spending $2 (N684) on food per day. The figures are simple to look past as a headline, but it is a different ball game when you see the people living in extreme poverty physically as well as listening to their stories. I wish the people could be granted free passage into heaven on judgement because the planet earth has been hell for them.

I will never forget the 27th of June, 2020. It was the day I saw the image of poverty and believe me, poverty is ugly and scary. My Managing Director had contacted me to prepare for a regular field exercise which entailed sharing of relief materials amongst residents of vulnerable communities. It was a hard decision to make considering the menace of the coronavirus pandemic, which had ruined businesses and plundered the financial resources of many. For the first time, I felt it was over for the foundation. I saw myself joining the vulnerable people we swore to bring succour and hope to. The director wasn't going to let Covid-19 deter him from a cause he has dedicated his life to. He gathered funds here and there and even went as far as borrowing, to purchase food materials for the vulnerable people, whose conditions have been made worse by the infectious and deadly disease.

We arrived at one of the shanties at the Agbado Ijaiye area of Lagos State to share relief materials. We had arranged portions of rice, beans, noodles, vegetable oil and others in sizeable quantities for a targeted section of the population living there. They were happy to see us. Most of them lamented the failure of the government to share its highly publicized Covid-19 palliatives amongst them. They argued that they need them the most in Nigeria. We pacified them with soothing words and in no time, the smiles on their faces almost overpowered the rays of the sun. It was a beautiful sight.

Our relief materials were not enough as news spread around town that we were around and the number of people on the ground kept doubling. We soon took our leave and promised to return at a future date. We felt fulfilled to a large extent as we journeyed back to our various homes. Then the rain began to fall; as Africans, we regarded this as showers of blessings. We assumed that Providence was happy with our efforts and was trying to part us on the backs. The business of the day seemed done and dusted but that wasn't all, something that would mark the beginning of another landmark story was developing.

As we negotiated excruciatingly with the potholes around the Agbado-Ijaiye axis, we spotted a middle-aged man who was physically-challenged. He was only moving around with a makeshift wooden wheeler. It was quite small and low. It is commonly used by crippled beggars. He sat on it and used a pair of bathroom slippers worn on his hands to move it around. Everywhere was flooded. The vehicle we came in was already crying for help as the bad roads had the best of it. This man was navigating around the potholes by the roadside energetically. Some of the potholes at times looked as if they were going to take his life.

The director was moved as he stared at him from the car. He ordered that the car should be parked and he approached the man. For once, I felt he had wanted to heal him like Jesus Christ as he alighted from the vehicle and gazed at him. When he got close, he bent and said 'Please gentleman, what is your name?'

He struggled to respond as he could barely speak the English language. From his intonation, it was clear that he was Hausa. One of the workers who understood the language perfectly interjected and communicated with him. It was then that he gave his name as Ayuba. The middle-aged man whose looks tell the gory stories and wicked challenges of life revealed he begs for a living. The boss ransacked the vehicle for some palliatives. Luckily, we found some. He also handed some cash gifts to him. He explained he is a married father of 4. His wife is crippled too. We all abandoned our trip temporarily and followed Ayuba to his home. Ayuba's life was a true image of poverty. His first child was about 10 years old. All of them have never seen the four walls of a school. They were not only malnourished with their bodies covered by tattered clothes, they also had no future to bank on. Tears flowed down on the cheeks of everybody as Ayuba narrated what it takes to put the cheapest meal on the family table every day. If the tears weren't controlled, the imminent flood around his house could have been fastened by the collection of tears from our eyes. One could only peep through Ayuba's house with fear. It was dark and looked like a dungeon from which the next pandemic could emerge. The door was so low and small that a fat animal might be discouraged from entering.

"I want my children to go to school. I want a better future for them. I don't want them to end up like me. Life is hard, life is just too hard" he said with the tears been seamlessly unleashed.

"I can't afford a wheelchair. It is so difficult for my wife and i to move around during the rainy season. I can't count the number of times I have fallen into deep gutters. Going out is a risk. I feel I could die anytime but the well-being of my family means a lot to me. I just have to go out and make something no matter how little" he added.

The boss looked up and signalled to everybody that it was time to leave. Ayuba looked at the relief materials again and thanked us. He wished we could stay longer and eat with his family but we respectfully declined.

For the first time in a very long time, the boss was quiet all through the trip home. We all knew he was touched by the story of Ayuba. We were all moved too. When I got to the junction of my street, the car parked and I came down with my bag containing my personal effects. The boss looked at me and said, Ayuba is our new project now. He is part of our family. His children are our responsibility and we have to make the sun shine on that home. I nodded my head in acceptance. Waved him goodbye and left for my home. I was troubled all night and restless due to the day's experience.

HOL Foundation has struggled to solve the structural challenges of Ayuba but we are very hopeful and will never forget him. The boss ordered the logistics team to dispatch some relief materials to his home recently. Life seems the same for Ayuba but we are very sure things will soon take a U-turn in his life as we continue to gather the needed resources to make the promised change.

***
George Osayimwen is the Director of Communications at HOL Foundation

Source: https://www.tori.ng/news/158431/my-facetoface-encounter-with-poverty-and-his-four.html

No pity for them.

You are crippled..
Your wife is crippled.

Both of you are poor and have no source of income.
Yet you have children..not one,not two..FOUR!
Its the unfortunate children I pity

You did not meet poverty and his 4 children, you met Afi owo fa (Cause) & Adanwo (Effect). Who dash cripple prick? Cripple suppose get boner? Make I no talk too much, 4 CHILDREN

LadySarah:
Ayuba or his wife should first be taken to a health institution and be sterilised.
With more help, they'll birth more.

I once admonished one to follow me for fp.I was helping her sort of. close to 3 yrs, the matter hasn't been brought up again. Their story is worrisome Lyk dis one.

You can't do it without their consents.

Agbado area is full of poor people .

From crossing to Adiyan down to gas line, Opeilu, Mota etc.


The Ogun state government don't think of the area.

I feel � for them.
The difference between the poor and the rich man lies is minds. The poor have an untamed and wild mind that cannot make him see or recognize opportunities or make meaningful decisions.

Reading through the post, I can again spot the pattern plastered all over. Very sad, I must admit.

[quote author=uche87 post=95919737]Being the Director of Communications at Helping Ordinary Lives, HOL Foundation is challenging. Every day of your life, you feel the gas left in your tank would dry up and then your race will end before the finish line. Every day is a battle to put at least short smiles on the faces of people, who hope for reason to express genuine -


OP does your Foundation have Website?

Not one intelligent comment here.

Too bad

uche87:
Being the Director of Communications at Helping Ordinary Lives, HOL Foundation is challenging. Every day of your life, you feel the gas left in your tank would dry up and then your race will end before the finish line. Every day is a battle to put at least short smiles on the faces of people, who hope for reason to express genuine happiness. The biggest or funniest jokes by the best clown or comedians in town can't move them as their pains are bigger than them all.

It is easy to read about the spate of poverty in Nigeria and Africa on the pages of newspapers or journals. It is harder to get a full picture of poverty and stand to look at it in reality. You not only fight to hold your tears, you also fight for the strength to stand on your feet. 89 million Nigerians are living in extreme poverty in Nigeria despite the yardstick for the measurement of poverty is being below spending $2 (N684) on food per day. The figures are simple to look past as a headline, but it is a different ball game when you see the people living in extreme poverty physically as well as listening to their stories. I wish the people could be granted free passage into heaven on judgement because the planet earth has been hell for them.

I will never forget the 27th of June, 2020. It was the day I saw the image of poverty and believe me, poverty is ugly and scary. My Managing Director had contacted me to prepare for a regular field exercise which entailed sharing of relief materials amongst residents of vulnerable communities. It was a hard decision to make considering the menace of the coronavirus pandemic, which had ruined businesses and plundered the financial resources of many. For the first time, I felt it was over for the foundation. I saw myself joining the vulnerable people we swore to bring succour and hope to. The director wasn't going to let Covid-19 deter him from a cause he has dedicated his life to. He gathered funds here and there and even went as far as borrowing, to purchase food materials for the vulnerable people, whose conditions have been made worse by the infectious and deadly disease.

We arrived at one of the shanties at the Agbado Ijaiye area of Lagos State to share relief materials. We had arranged portions of rice, beans, noodles, vegetable oil and others in sizeable quantities for a targeted section of the population living there. They were happy to see us. Most of them lamented the failure of the government to share its highly publicized Covid-19 palliatives amongst them. They argued that they need them the most in Nigeria. We pacified them with soothing words and in no time, the smiles on their faces almost overpowered the rays of the sun. It was a beautiful sight.

Our relief materials were not enough as news spread around town that we were around and the number of people on the ground kept doubling. We soon took our leave and promised to return at a future date. We felt fulfilled to a large extent as we journeyed back to our various homes. Then the rain began to fall; as Africans, we regarded this as showers of blessings. We assumed that Providence was happy with our efforts and was trying to part us on the backs. The business of the day seemed done and dusted but that wasn't all, something that would mark the beginning of another landmark story was developing.

As we negotiated excruciatingly with the potholes around the Agbado-Ijaiye axis, we spotted a middle-aged man who was physically-challenged. He was only moving around with a makeshift wooden wheeler. It was quite small and low. It is commonly used by crippled beggars. He sat on it and used a pair of bathroom slippers worn on his hands to move it around. Everywhere was flooded. The vehicle we came in was already crying for help as the bad roads had the best of it. This man was navigating around the potholes by the roadside energetically. Some of the potholes at times looked as if they were going to take his life.

The director was moved as he stared at him from the car. He ordered that the car should be parked and he approached the man. For once, I felt he had wanted to heal him like Jesus Christ as he alighted from the vehicle and gazed at him. When he got close, he bent and said 'Please gentleman, what is your name?'

He struggled to respond as he could barely speak the English language. From his intonation, it was clear that he was Hausa. One of the workers who understood the language perfectly interjected and communicated with him. It was then that he gave his name as Ayuba. The middle-aged man whose looks tell the gory stories and wicked challenges of life revealed he begs for a living. The boss ransacked the vehicle for some palliatives. Luckily, we found some. He also handed some cash gifts to him. He explained he is a married father of 4. His wife is crippled too. We all abandoned our trip temporarily and followed Ayuba to his home. Ayuba's life was a true image of poverty. His first child was about 10 years old. All of them have never seen the four walls of a school. They were not only malnourished with their bodies covered by tattered clothes, they also had no future to bank on. Tears flowed down on the cheeks of everybody as Ayuba narrated what it takes to put the cheapest meal on the family table every day. If the tears weren't controlled, the imminent flood around his house could have been fastened by the collection of tears from our eyes. One could only peep through Ayuba's house with fear. It was dark and looked like a dungeon from which the next pandemic could emerge. The door was so low and small that a fat animal might be discouraged from entering.

"I want my children to go to school. I want a better future for them. I don't want them to end up like me. Life is hard, life is just too hard" he said with the tears been seamlessly unleashed.

"I can't afford a wheelchair. It is so difficult for my wife and i to move around during the rainy season. I can't count the number of times I have fallen into deep gutters. Going out is a risk. I feel I could die anytime but the well-being of my family means a lot to me. I just have to go out and make something no matter how little" he added.

The boss looked up and signalled to everybody that it was time to leave. Ayuba looked at the relief materials again and thanked us. He wished we could stay longer and eat with his family but we respectfully declined.

For the first time in a very long time, the boss was quiet all through the trip home. We all knew he was touched by the story of Ayuba. We were all moved too. When I got to the junction of my street, the car parked and I came down with my bag containing my personal effects. The boss looked at me and said, Ayuba is our new project now. He is part of our family. His children are our responsibility and we have to make the sun shine on that home. I nodded my head in acceptance. Waved him goodbye and left for my home. I was troubled all night and restless due to the day's experience.

HOL Foundation has struggled to solve the structural challenges of Ayuba but we are very hopeful and will never forget him. The boss ordered the logistics team to dispatch some relief materials to his home recently. Life seems the same for Ayuba but we are very sure things will soon take a U-turn in his life as we continue to gather the needed resources to make the promised change.

***
George Osayimwen is the Director of Communications at HOL Foundation

Source: https://www.tori.ng/news/158431/my-facetoface-encounter-with-poverty-and-his-four.html

Let me guess you are Igbo and a Christian.

But look at the ideology keeping them down.

It's Islam.

Not as if there are no poor Christians but ......

It's hard to look at these pictures. May God bless them.