donated a large sum of his wealth to us, which was used to build infrastructure for us such as schools, hospitals, office and leisure places. With the education provided to our village, we are now equipped with skills to find jobs. Our village will never forget our benefactor even though he has passed on. We will make full use of his donation and give back to society. Now, it's our turn to help others so we did some community services to help the poor families in Africa. " If we are thankful for what we have, we will end up having more. If we focus on what we do not have, we will never hve enough"

“Can’t even work for yourself!” My father’s words slid down along with the tears down my cheek. Jamming my sorrow back down my throat, I continue back in a song. My voice came out cracked, eyes blurry from the tears and the sun made the pounding in my head louder, but slowly I got lost in the sensations I fell in love with. The beat of the drums, the pluck of the guitar, the clinking of coins-

My eyes snapped wide open, just as a man hunched over my case. I saw a scatter of coins. It wasn’t much, but the feeling of finally being noticed and appreciated sent a tingling feeling shooting from my head down to my feet. “Thank you, Sir!” I cried out, euphoria ringing in my words. I only received a incoherent grunt, but it was more than enough to lift my drooping eyelids in excitement. As the man walked away, whilst I was busy counting the coins, from the corner of my eye, I saw a glimmer of gold, and it clunked at the side of my guitar case. 

I peered at it, and like a deer in headlights I froze. An iPhone! A rush of thrills slammed into me, spawning images of what i could do with the sold money before waves of guilt rose and crashed me out of my fantasy. It was wrong, so wrong, yet it was like a chance produced from Satan tempting me to the edge. It was the man’s phone, that was one thing I knew for sure. But the fact that so much ‘cash’ had just plopped into my arms felt too good to be wasted. The angel and devils in my head started intensely squabbling, all the teachings across my life against the easy way out of my busking attempts to earn money. “Do what is right, not what is easy!” The angel bargained.

“Sir!” My voice came out faster than I expected. The man turned, and seeing the phone I held up in my hand, utter delight and relief clouded his face, the poker face replaced with pure thankfulness. The glow on him seemed to radiate back to me, and the angel smirked.  “Oh, thank you, young boy, bless your kind soul!” He exclaimed, his lips pulling up to reveal a crooked smiled, a bashful grin across his face. I flushed red in embarrassment, though my heart glowed deep within, pulsing against my chest. 

To my surprise, more coins started flying in towards my case. My head snapped up in surprise, and my eyes widened as more people started approaching and placing money into the bag. As if the angel had emerged from within and blessed me, a halo of pride wrapped around me, lighting up the misery that had been festering inside. The way people looked at me with respect only served to brighten the shine from my eyes. 

The easy way out could have resulted in a lifetime of shame, dirty money, and a polluted life. Instead, leading myself onto the right path had tugged me away from the clutches of the devils claws, and enlightened my life. 

The cash I had earned, and the ball of praise being tossed around the crowd, would have brought me more satisfaction than any of the filthy money I could have taken had I chosen to take the man’s iPhone.