A few days back, a young man stopped at the Takutu hotel and booked a room. Not too long after he came to buy a Fruta Orange Juice. He paid a thousand dollar bill, and as I was reaching into my pouch to get him his change, he said “that’s OK, keep the change.”
He kept repeating the practice every time he paid for something, and it was clear from his actions that this youth was really rich, or just happened to have a lot of money at this time.
He seemed healthy, strong, and was well dressed with new clothes which were complimented by a gold chain on his neck.
As he was paying for breakfast, I noticed him pulling out a thick coil of Brazilian currency, which was so thick it seemed numbered in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, if not a million.
That night, as I was passing by the bar, I met the youth having a beer, and he asked me if I wanted one. I told him I’ll be back shortly. He pulled out a thousand dollar bill and handed it to me.
I returned a few hours later and sat down to have a beer with the young man. He said he plans to drink 15000 Guyanese dollars in beers that night, and he would like me to join in. I said “I don’t drink much, but I’ll try”.
As we opened a conversation, he mentioned that he worked as a machine operator in a gold mine far in the interior, that he has his own house, that he works for one million Guyanese dollars per month, and that he will be starting his own business soon.
That was pretty impressive for a 19 years old. Who knows if there was a dark side to his story? Who knows if the youth had acquired his money by illicit means, and was just telling fibs? Who knows if he was a thief, or a robber, or something of the sort?
I listened carefully to his stories, and something made me believe him. I didn’t just give him the benefit of the doubt, I somehow believed that what the youth was saying was true.
He told me how the owner of the dredging operations had put him in charge of all the other workers and to ensure things go smoothly.
Then he told me that he was headed to Boa Vista to see his mother, because she lives there with her husband. He told me that his mother had left them with her mother since he and his little brother were kids. His little brother was just a baby.
He told me that if his mother didn’t have a room for him, he would stay at a hotel nearby. And most touching of all, he told me that he was going to give his mother a gift of two hundred thousand dollars.
I’ve heard stories of children being bitter towards parents for neglecting them and I’ve heard stories of children being ungrateful to parents. But here was a true “child of God” who demonstrates the true power of God to watch over and protect His children.
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