Oct 17, 2006 at 14:43 o\clock

The Taste Of Poverty

by: henry

Digging deep into my pocket for some shillings to buy myself a cup of coffee, I realized that forty cents was all I have. In my hay days, money was never a problem. My pay packet was in the above average range as compared to national standard. I was a big spender then, mostly on alcohol. Life was comfortable and the words ‘raining days’ did not exist in my mind. Soon, my savings were depleted, even my Credit Cards and overdraft went burst.


Food at home was scarce. Everyday, my children would have instant noodles. It came to a stage whereby the mention of ‘maggie mee’ makes them puked. I can’t even afford to provide them with basic essential needs. I would stuff four or five slices of plain white bread into my mouth and washed it down with water and that was my meal for the day. It’s neither my intention nor wishes for my children to suffer with me. I did not expect to be thrown into this kind of situation. The taste of poverty was very bitter. That was the darkest moment in my life.


I started to ask for loans from one of my friends, only to be told that it must be repay in one month’s time. Next, I seek help from my second sister-in-law who had struck rich in TOTO a few months ago with well over nine hundred thousand dollars. I was told to call her up the next day as to the place and time she would meet me. She too, played tricks on me. My eldest brother called me, asking me with regards of my borrowing from second sister-in-law. What happened was, without my knowledge, she called my eldest brother to borrow money despite her wealth. Her reason, if my brother did not lend her the money, then she would not have the money to lend it to me. As my plight came into light, my siblings chipped in, providing me with provisions and cash. For once, I was awaken to the question of what friendship and relative was all about. For once, I felt the warmness offered by my siblings.


As the economy grew better with overtimes available, I worked for it in order to service my bank loans. As my financial statues got better and with a little bit of luck, I was able to clear all my debts to the tune of twenty thousand dollars. Well, nowadays I still have a few drinks but on a lesser note. After all, a leopard will never change its spot. Either it grows darker or a little bit lighter.


Comments for this entry:

  1. Buttercup2 wrote at Oct 24, 2006 at 17:21 o\clock:Poverty either changes us or breaks us it seems. People change when it comes to borrowing money. It seems to either bring out the best or worst in people. They either become very greedy and hold onto it tight, or they show some mercy and understanding as once they walked that road too.

    Either way, thanks for sharing on this topic, Henry.
  2. Buttercup2 wrote at Nov 9, 2006 at 07:21 o\clock:Where have you been lately?
  3. AzwaniSamad wrote at Feb 15, 2007 at 06:53 o\clock:JUST DROP BY TO SAY HI AND WISH YOU HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR...TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY..
  4. nikhilyadav wrote at Feb 7, 2016 at 10:37 o\clock:very good

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