I took a shortcut through the suburbs to get to my home on the other side of town (to the middle class estates and apartments)
I like to think am a middle class citizen, but living in a third world country, it is difficult to tell . status quo is rated differently here, I could be among the lower class all factors considered.
Things are different here, the upper class, the ones that leave in the suburbs, suburbs like the one I went through while heading to my house, are those that have permanent residence. They have leaved in one spot for years and not because they have wonderful landlords but because they own their homes. They have some money saved up, money that can survive them for at list six months should anything happen. Easy to wonder what could possibly happen to a person owning their house let alone a compound with a trampoline and a pool in place of chicken and pigs or Sukuma wiki and maize plant for fence.
Then there is the middle class, which is where I like to assume I belong. We survive by the day, but bottom line is we survive. We like to give the impression that we are well off, our loaned vehicles and destination vacations proves this. We work and leave in the moment, most times we are able to pay rent on time, but there are days that we have to borrow to keep up. Our saving habits are horrible, in fact should I leave my job today, the next month would be a miracle to have. Our faith works regardless, because every day takes care of itself. We are the lot that only goes to shags in December and return so broke for January. We are always moving houses and keeping up with trends.
Then there is the lower class. I feel like this lot might be happier than the middle class. They do not feel the pressure to keep up or compete, they just want to survive. Employment is not a guarantee for these guys on a daily, but somehow they pull through each day. It could be one meal in a day and sometime no meal at all but they pull through with the strongest mind. They will do anything and everything to pull through the day
To each their own;
The suburbs made me think and realize the life that I am in, the opportunities I am presented with and the habits that I must promote to be better economically.
One of the lessons that I will be taking away from this year (now that its almost end of the year) is that the wealthy are just not wealthy because they leave in huge houses and drive gazlers, its because they have invested right. Even when they lack liquid cash in their accounts, they have placed their hard earned assets strategically and if it were not for life in itself, they are sure of their future. Its no wonder that they have no need to know or meddle in their neighbour’s affairs.
I have also learned that the poor are not necessarily the uneducated, maybe they lack opportunities, or is it the know how.
These are the lessons I was randomly thinking about on my shortcut through the suburbs. Share with me the things you have observed that have taught you from your environment. I would love to hear the lessons you are taking away from 2018.