HELPING HANDS

When I see the needy, I wish I had the luxuries of the world so I could take care of them. I wish I could help.... I lend out a helping hand to those little kids on the street. I stretch forth my little palms to those aged that are homeless. I give a bit of the little that I have.... 

 You're complaining you don't have much?  You think you're poor?  Tell me, don't you have a shelter on your head?  Don't you eat at least a square meal everyday?  You breathe just fine?  Common, check out the deep slums. I challenge you, to get up and go look deep into those worn out eyes!  See what they're going through. See for yourself, the leftovers they get from your trash!  They can't even afford a good education!  No access to the basic amenities... The list goes on and on... 

 Lend out a helping hand. Stretch forth a ready to give palm. Out of the little you have, you can give a bit. Help those in need and make the world a wonderful place to be..... 

            ©ZAINAB MOTUNRAYO KAREEM                        (RAYO) 

Comments

  1. DamilareMarch 29, 2020 at 4:35 AM

    Tell them!!!

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  2. UnknownMarch 29, 2020 at 4:43 AM

    Nice. A very useful message there!

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  3. SussyGoldMarch 29, 2020 at 4:47 AM

    Seriously dearie

    There z a lot suffering going on the street
    Let us by our self help our selves
    More grease to ur elbow Darling

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  4. MuezzMarch 29, 2020 at 7:21 AM

    True talk ...we should learn to hlp each other

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  5. Inquisitive March 29, 2020 at 7:48 AM

    Very sad indeed , onus lie on us as youths to put in more effort and strive to be the best at what we do so we could serve as a better stepping stone for the country to move forward .... God bless Rayo and God bless Nigeria

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  6. AjadihibeeMarch 29, 2020 at 3:52 PM

    Beautifully written. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts put into words.
    Bravo!

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