09/05/2026
"One Good Turn Deserves Another"
Obioma had always believed his mother’s words:
“Kindness is never wasted.”
But on the evening the rain fell harder than anyone could remember, those words were tested.
The market had closed early. Traders rushed home, protecting their goods from the storm. Obioma balanced a basket of unsold fruit on his head as muddy water splashed around his feet. Thunder rolled across the sky.
That was when he saw him.
An old man stood alone beside a broken wooden cart stuck deep in the mud. His clothes were soaked, and his hands trembled as he tried to push the heavy load forward. People passed him without stopping. Some looked away. Others pretended not to notice.
Obioma hesitated.
If he stopped to help, he would get home very late. His mother would worry. Yet something about the old man’s tired eyes made him put down his basket.
“Let me help you,” Obioma said.
The old man looked surprised.
Together they pushed the cart through the slippery road while rain beat down on them. It took nearly an hour before they finally reached a lonely house at the edge of the village.
Breathing heavily, the old man reached into his pocket.
“Take this,” he said.
Obioma stepped back quickly. “No, sir. I only wanted to help.”
For a long moment, the old man stared at him strangely, as though trying to remember his face.
Then he smiled.
“One day,” he said quietly, “you may discover that kindness travels in circles.”
Before Obioma could ask what he meant, lightning flashed across the sky, and the old man slowly closed the door.
Obioma never saw him again.
Until six months later.
It was just before dawn when someone began knocking loudly on Obioma’s door. His mother sat up in fear.
The knocking grew harder.
“Obioma!” a deep voice called from outside. “Open the door immediately!”
Obiiyfroze.
He knew that voice.
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