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: "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒆. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈." Another one that keeps coming back to me is: "𝑼𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑹𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑭𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐." 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...