27/04/2026
Some people are working every day, every night for rates like K2.50, K3.30, K3.50, even K4.50 an hour🥹. Some stay on the job for 24 hours straight… yet nothing changes. At the end of the fortnight, all they hold in their hands is K200 not because they are lazy, but because life is hard🥹 💔.
Now imagine… what if that was your brother? Your sister? Your aunty? Your uncle?
Standing there tired, sweating, eyes heavy… but still pushing through.😭💪
Then after a hours of hard work, they manage to give you just K10.
K10 that came from pain.
K10 that came from hunger.
K10 that came from sacrifice.
That Simple K10 come from his or her 4 hours🥹😌
Would you complain?
Or would you stop… and appreciate?
“Not all money is equal. Some money carries sweat, tears, and silent suffering.”😭
They also have lives to carry…
A family to feed.
Friends to support.
Siblings who look up to them.
Food to buy.
Clothes to wear.
A husband or wife waiting for help.
So why do we make it harder for them?
Why do we expect more when they already have nothing left to give?
“If you are not there to help them when they are tired, don’t be the reason they feel more pain.”
Sometimes, all they need is understanding… not pressure.😣🫵
Sometimes, all they need is respect… not complaints.
Instead of judging, ask yourself:
“What have I done with my own two hands?”
Use your “five plus five” fingers. Work hard. Build yourself.
Because one day, you might understand exactly how that K10 feels.
Respect small money because behind it is a big struggle.🙇♀️🥹
~Credits: Zephyr J. Dhhy ✍️
