Erikina, whose housekeeping services barely afford her diurnal canned fish and noodles supper went through the trouble of weaving bilums for me. These bilums probably cost her and her family a days’ meal yet she even bothered with a wrapper. It wasn’t my birthday. And they are not early Christmas presents either. She said they are her tokens of thanks.
I castigated myself for offering to pay for the bilums since it wasn’t her intention to consummate a sale. She was purely giving.
Talk about reeling-in big inspirations from the humblest of ponds. Erikina is illiterate and may not be able to spell magnanimous but even she knows that Oxford couldn’t educate us to be one. Heaven bless her!
May we meet more Erikinas and less of them yacht-owning, popper-sniffing pretentious queens who have posh apartments in several countries and travel first class only but their idea of giving is mostly to their fat selves.
P.S.
I didn’t want her to miss dinner. I gave her extra plus extra bus fare.
Labels: Inspirational Things
