30/04/2025
“Don’t fight darkness with darkness. Just be the light.”
In a quiet village shaded by hills and dusted with red earth, lived a young man named Ikenna. He was born into poverty—a cracked mud house, a widowed mother who sold firewood, and dreams bigger than the village sky. Ikenna was sharp, humble, and kind. But most of all, he had one thing his mother drilled into his bones:
“Never wish another man evil, even if they strike you down.”
He held onto that like a shield.
But the world around him was not kind. His peers mocked him. Some joined gangs. Others became political thugs or fraudsters. Money came quickly for them—bikes, loud music, flashy clothes. And Ikenna? He pushed wheelbarrows and fetched water just to save for his school fees.
Worse still, his own people—cousins, neighbors, even childhood friends—began to envy his peace.
“Why you dey form holy pass?” they sneered.
“You go die poor with all this your goody-goody.”
They plotted against him—framed him for theft, blocked opportunities, spread rumors. But Ikenna never retaliated. He simply said, “Let them win for now. I will never curse them.”
Years passed. Ikenna got a scholarship, studied engineering in the city, and later created a solar energy device that powered rural homes. Investors noticed. The boy from the mud house became the CEO of a company that lit up the darkness—literally.
Meanwhile, many who had fought him fell. Some got arrested. Some were used and dumped by the same systems they once served. A few came crawling to Ikenna when life turned its back on them.
He helped them.
Not because they deserved it—but because he still believed in his mother’s words:
“Don’t fight darkness with darkness. Just be the light.”
