AM THANKFUL FOR WHAT I HAVE!!!

Today is one of those days, I went to work only to find that I was not to be there. yeah, I go to work nowadays.
Shoot, the certificates which always sit in my bag in case I get time to open my son's junior account. I conveniently removed because my bag was so heavy. So, yeah I have to go home  and then come out again to get them and then finally go to the bank and open this account which I have been planning for two months now. I will probably be done by noon so I elect to go to the library.

Let me rephrase that; I elect to go to the library, this is a journey I have been planning ever since I first came to the city to study in campus which was four years ago. Need I add that I called off a semester, so lets put it as five years ago. what do they say? better late than never.I did it!
I enter the library and head for the payment section after of course leaving my luggage at the reception. so, finally o the body of my story. the man picking the money suddenly looks up and asks me if he has given me a receipt. He is not exactly looking t me so i assume he is not talking to me. how i know he is talking to me is when the previous customer replies to the question and the man( the cashier) tells him that he is done with him. Aaaaah, I realize that he is talking to me. "No," I answer and he swiftly gives me a receipt. It is only when I give him a fifty shilling note from which he is to take his twenty bob that there is a hint of everything not being business as usual although not saying that anything was wrong. the cashier hands the money over to his colleague and asks him to confirm if it indeed it was a fifty shilling note so that he could be able to give me the correct change. He then counts the correct balance, cuts out a receipt, rubber stamps it and gives it to me. all this operation is done so swiftly and meticulously- it is incredible. i thank him and leave. as i leave, his colleague echoes what is on my mind all this time, how does he do it? like differentiate all these notes?. "Well, unajua noti zina size tofauti," he answers,(notes have different sizes). Cool, right?
So I sit down after going through the shelves of books for about ten to eleven minutes and write this piece before I delve into reading.

For those of us who are still wondering what the point is:
This cashier is physically challenged- he doesent have the ability to use his eyes to see things.My point is, I believe he sees much more than we with physical eyes can. His world may be black but it is not black for death. his world is black for power. How we take for granted all that we are and have. On that note, let me just say; Dear God, I am grateful for the gift of sight that I have and for being who I am. Let me never lose sight of who I am and who you want me to be. Father, let me always be thankful for what I have.
And you too.