Agony of a beloved friend

He was an elderly man in his late fifties with an enchanting smile. The first time i noticed him was one cool evening that i went out for a hot plate of food after a hectic day at work, the next day i was on my way to work when he called me 'o boy' when he noticed the puzzled look on my face, he then explained himself, that he was also at the restaurant i ate the previous night. After exchanging pleasantries he start narrating his story, how he has been retired for over three months and the government have not paid him a dime and have been living from hand to mouth and he concluded by begging for a little assistance to enable him go to his former office in town to know the situation of things. I assisted him the little way i could and from then on he always calls for assistance anytime am passing by his house which i do always give except for days that are a bit difficult for me. 

  One Friday morning I was on my way to work, just as I was about crossing his house he called me ‘o boy’ as he always do because doesn’t know my name. I walked down to him and I noticed he was looking frail, pale and breathing with labour. He mustered some energy to speak and he told me he was looking for buyer for his house, ‘o boy’ am very sick and the doctor that checked me told me to go to Akwanga for checkup, am having pneumonia and I don’t have any money or anybody that will assist me, have looked left and right but help is not coming from anywhere. I told him I will put out words to people and will immediately let him know when I get interested buyer.

I didn’t make it home the next day cos I paid my cousin a visit and stayed there for the weekend and left there for work on Monday morning. On my way home on Monday night I met my elder sister on the road and she broke the news to me right there, your friend the elderly man have passed away and have since been buried. What happened to him was my first question? That was because i didn't know his illness was that serious that he wouldn't even last a day. I saw him just days back and he was telling me about his health and how he wanted to sell his house and raise money to treat his ailing health, I pondered on so many things, how I was not able to help him before he died, I could have done something, anything so as to assist him but they are all regrets.

This is how most of us have been living our lives, a life of regret, a life we only regret what we could have done, a life we have so many opportunity to help a brother, a friend, a sister or someone else in need but we looked the other way.
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We all can still make a difference, now that we have the opportunity let's all be ready to help when the need arises cos regret will always come where we don't.

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