PIGGY BANKS

Is it just me or have y'all also been yearning for a day when paper  becomes the last thing you ever have to worry about ? A time when bills have been taken care of five months ahead? You are comfortable enough to walk away from employment and branch out into different things or take vacations at any time of the year. You know. Wake up one day and just jump ship. 

I know it all seems far fetched considering the speed in which the world is moving. Most things are either expensive or bluntly overpriced. On a scale of 1-100,a chance to have all of it presents itself, but the circumstances are a lot risky. Illegally risky. Think about it whilst I adjust my time machine to take you on a journey far back to my first piggy bank....

I must have been around Six to seven years old when I spotted one of this at cooperative bank.

All I wanted to do was play with this little piggy like thing. I knew then and there that i had to have it but I would definitely have to pull out my winning cards for it.My mom isn't the type that spends where she hasn't planned to,so you can bet how much I had to plead with her and she still wasn't budging but I wasn't going to give up. I still had a few tricks up my sleeves.

Her number is called out, its her turn so we make our way to teller number thirteen, coincidentally alike to my date of birth and I knew something had to give. Mom does her transactions then she's shown into an office ,a plaque on the large table reads Branch Manager. Things were just working out in my favour, I knew manager meant that the person infront of us was very important.

It seems like they were well acquainted seeing how vibrantly they greated each other. More perks. She then turns to me astonished at how much I'd grown when I really just had tall genes🥺😅. Apparently she held me when I was still an infant. She begins to ask me all the obvious questions adults ask and just when I was beginning to wander off she shifts the conversation to mom. 

My eyes continue to now fully wondering around. Reading things on the wall,looking deeply into creative art hung on the perfectly lit burgundy wall. Ofcourse as a child I thought that was just maroon but you get older and aquire some taste and it's suddenly burgundy 😂. I shift from time to time listening in on the light conversation she was having with mom. They were mostly talking about money,investments then they'd shift to family. Mom asks about a someone named Arthur and she says he's really grown. She suddenly stands up whilst still talking, saying she has a passport photo of Arthur. Stops at the far corner and begins to press buttons on some sort of metallic box that was on the floor and when she opens it something once again catches my eye.

I couldn't contain my excitement seeing the piggy again and startled them both Yelling," mom the piggy,the piggy,your friend has the piggy!" And she begins to laugh ,picks up the piggy and that passport of Arthur. Arthur is her firstborn son,he was born with complications but had pulled through,she was telling mom,showing her the picture explaining why he was in a hospital gown in the tiny picture ,which ofcourse I learned is called a passport photo.

She then turns to me and hands me the piggy bank,motioning to me that its heavy and I should be careful. I'm completely more delighted to learn that it's purpose wasn't just cuteness but also served as a savings home bank. I turned to my dearest mama again. Pulling out my best yet card. Making those teary pleading eyes once more🥺. Begging her to get me one. I even suggest half the savings will be hers if she gets me the piggy bank which I ofcourse only said  but never meant😅. Being an only child then really had it's perks 🙌🏾. Ofcourse I got my way. 

Anyway,i "accidentally" broke it💔 a month later and when I was picking up the broken pieces a piece cut my pinky finger. Probably why my bank account been trippin ever since😂😂. I should probably go get my  account shut honestly 😅 but who knows, maybe this year will be different,I need it to be,I'm definitely putting in the works considering how much I love spoiling myself and I still owe mom her half money for the piggy bank plus the many other things I've broken.

Infact by the time I was turning 10 my mother could no longer waste money purchasing ceramic piggy banks anymore. So she went and bought me a square metal box with a little hole in it

I couldn't even get all the money out after it was full. Ofcourse I ripped it all apart and got my mwiko beatings later😅.

So,back to my question. On a scale of 1-100would you take the offer? 1being absolutely No and 100 a definitive Yes. Kumbuka pia ni Njaanuari.😂. Here's another offer. This one's even legal😂😂😂.