Poverty of the Mind

Have you ever seen a person earning a higher salary yet you live a better life than he does? Ever wondered why a person could be having a bank account that competes with a president’s salary yet he lives on the other side of the road where the boundaries are marked by black rivers of sewage? You are not alone. I have been asking myself these questions too and I came up with some answers. Welcome to the concept of poverty of the mind.

In my childhood days, some of the neighbouring friends were rich on the outside but poverty lingered deep inside them. I couldn’t understand how they could own a family car, yet could not afford better jeans. Blame it all on the father who was a miser. He only invested in the things he considered important, mostly education.

Looking at my friend now tells a lot on the effects of upbringing. My friend now lives in a house worth 5k yet he earns 100k monthly. You could have thought that he is saving to buy some land somewhere, but sorry you are mistaken. He is too afraid to invest, and when he does, it is irrational, not well thought out and careless. Last time he tried to invest in farming, he lost more than 100k. He trusted his rural uncle too much who knew just how to milk money with nonexistent fertilizer bills. Well, he almost fainted when he saw the size of the very well taken for cabbages. I swear I could have produced cabbages far much bigger than that in class three agricultural class, or if I had been given some piece of land to till in Turkana. His relations with girls are out of this world, literally. They fail to understand how a well-paid guy by any standards can have only two pants to change into, but he still rants too much about being friend zoned. What could be the cure to this disease? Maybe our pastors have a new area of exorcising demons.

Money is meant to be used to gain happiness (this is true partially considering the allegory of kucheka kwenye bodaboda na kulia kwa landrover) but not to be treasured. Till next time, be blessed.

c. Hinga.