‎Day 0036 of 1000 Days.

The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth.
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‎Part 1.
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‎My name is Danjuma Williams. I am 20 years old. I was the only child of my parents, hence, my parents doted so much on me. 
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‎My father's name was Mr Bashir Williams, a native of Kaduna State. He was a doctor but his salary was nothing to write home about.
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‎My mother's name was Mrs Sade Williams. She was from the Yoruba tribe but got married to an Hausa man. She was a petty trader. Her tender, kind, and pure heart had been a talk for men and women in Akaka village. 
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‎Akaka village was a small town in the outskirts of Ilumiirin. It was not sophisticated but not also crude. There was a little civilisation in Akaka village but not as that of the city. 
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‎People in Akaka village most-loved profession was farming and hunting. The people admire us so much because my father wass the best doctor in the village.
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‎You can describe the Williams as rich but not wealthy family. We were grateful to God for providing our daily bread but it must be said that we were not satisfied. We still pray we had more.
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‎I stopped schooling because my parents could not afforded the University's fees. That was what I meant by we were 'rich' but not 'wealthy'.
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‎We had a dog that I named 'Jago'. Jago was fond of me and loved to eat fresh bones. She was as fierce as a police dog but also playful.
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‎That evening, when the wealthy man was beaten blue-black, I brought him home to my parents. At first, they were scared just as I was, but when I told them that they were the one that taught me to be kind, they held back their words. 
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‎'Not this kind of kindness, Danjuma. This is beyond us'. My dad berated me but he promised to see that the man live. 
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‎That was the Williams for you. We were not perfect but even God can testify that we devoted our lives to saving humanity.
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