The Smell of Wealth and the Perfume of Poverty
Growing up, there were certain lessons you heard from elders that sounded ordinary at the time. You nodded, moved on, and thought little of them. Then life happened. You left home, met different people, experienced different environments, and suddenly those simple statements began to make sense. One lesson that has stayed with me over the years is this: "π»ππ πππππππ πππππππ πππ ππ πππ. π»ππ ππππ πππππππ πππ ππ πππ. π©πππ πππππππ πππ ππππ. πΆπππ πππ πππππ ππππππππππ." Another one that keeps coming back to me is: "πΌππππ πππππππ πππππ π
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πππππ. πΉππππ ππππππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ. πππππ πππ πππππ ππππ πππππππππ πππ πππ." The older I get, the more I understand the wisdom hidden in those words. As children, many of us grew up in communities where ownership was not something people talked about, it wa...