Apart from being the first and the best university in Nigeria, University of Ibadan’s newly attained feat as the most lenient occupier of able beggars has also not gone unnoticed. Although not a popular view, the negative feat from time to time keeps generating argument as to why the school management over years has refused to take the bull of the issue by the horn, nonchalantly watching, allowing the procreation of the illicitness; perhaps for the school’s unbridged proximity to the city.
Everyone is a beggar in their own way. And it is philosophical that no one is an island unto himself. We are all dependent in one way or the other. The fact of not being totally sufficient to oneself stirs one up in coming to other people’s succour. When one finds someone subservient to one in need, it is not always abnormal extending one’s hands of generosity. But familiar hands mounting serious pressure upon one’s humane urge to help needs urgent attention. Imagine a situation where you keep crossing paths with a person often with not-too-different reason necessitating you vouch statement. One wonders, “do these people take us for fools?” Maybe relaying an experience could buy this argument
Having once being a victim of an ardent liar beggar who had his way of offering
an “I-contracted-HIV” lie, a barefaced lie, all to enrich his wallets, I have been an eye witness of a popular scenario. The scenario which keeps reminding me the ideal way of handling a similar case of occurrence. Only an unpopular problem needs popular attention. Just on a light walk with a brother and fellow Muslim, we ran into a brother who without a prolonged conviction won our trust. Each of us has a sense of duty offered our widow’s mites. But what was indelible was what the fellow brother said; that which caught my keen interest. “Brother,” said he. “I know you are one of those pseudo beggars who offer lies to win people’s trust, but mind you, the only chance you have to fool me is now. If it happens that we cross more paths apart from this, you will certainly see the stuff of which I am made.” Like Nollywood films whose ends are always predictable, the fellow’s augur was well. Some weeks after, we met the same brother on the street along our way to Faculty of Arts. From afar, the looks of the man were suggestive of a field day. His pockets had received more of his crooked hands. “Could it be that this man has not realised the amount needed to trip back to Lagos?” I contemplated. Having already been forewarned, the man took to his heels immediately he sighted us. The question is, how does this man take pleasure in duping people all in the name of begging alms?
Some of us are so weak, so much so that we cannot withstand the sight of seeing people in dire need of our help without lending them. Thus, these so called pseudo beggars are exploring our weaknesses. They are carting away our hard-earned money via a sophisticated means in alms begging. Don’t we need to be liberated from the imperial hands of these people?
As people would say, “when a head is rotten, the whole body is rotten.” Our journey to curb this ugly nemesis should start right from UI supposedly strongest security base, the main gate and entrance. It is ironical that the base which should always prove impregnable to these sort of people has been the weakest point, offering no resistance against the invasion of these ‘sophists.’ It is high time we devised a means to sabotage their spurious acts and deeds. We crave a day free of pressure from this enemy’s hands.
But, can we ever achieve this? Yes, we can, but only with the joint effort of students. We should desist from trusting