I went to the filing station this morning, while on the queue, the keke man beside was on call with his wife.

His phone rang five times before he eventually picked.
His wife mentioned that he didn’t drop money for the children to eat, in response, he said "I already told you that I wanted to use the money left with me to buy fuel so that I can work and send money for food".
The worried wife kept mentioning that, the children were already crying.
After the call, he was speaking with himself about how people weren’t going out these days. I was so bothered for him, his wife and the hungry children.
When we got to the pump, the attendant could either sell to me or him as we were beside each other due to the position of our fuel tanks.
He told the pump attendant to sell for me. I immediately told the attendant to sell for him.
“Oya, sell One thousand two hundred own” he stretched his hand to give the attendant the money.
Then I said to the young lady, Pls fill the tank of his keke” I told him not to worry, and that I will pay. He said, since I started driving this keke, I have never bought a full tank. With tears in his eyes, he kept thanking me.
After I bought mine, I was driving out of the staton, I didn’t know he was waiting for me just outside. He couldn’t stop thanking me. I simply told him, I overheard the call with his wife.
My parents taught me how to be kind to people. My dad would say, a help you render today is coming for you tomorrow.
I requested for his account details and sent him 10k. I equally asked him to call his wife and I spoke with her. When she sent her details, I sent her the money. He was literally in tears as I drove off.
Moral: help your fellow man when you can.