“I Gave My Leftover Food to the Gate Man for Months — I Didn’t Know He Was the Man Who’d One Day Save My Father’s Company”



He was quiet.

Never asked for anything. Always by the gate, wearing the same shirt, day after day.

I barely noticed him until one day, I saw him eating plain garri under a tree — no sugar, no groundnut.

I felt something shift in me.

From that day, I started packing extra food when I went home from work.

> “Take, Baba. It’s just leftover stew and rice.”

He’d smile and say, “Thank you, madam. May you never lack.”

Sometimes, when I came back from work angry, he’d say strange things.

> “Even the lion rests before it pounces.”

Or,

> “No matter how tight the road is, water go find way pass.”

I didn’t know how those small sayings comforted me.

I never asked about his past. And he never said much — only that he had “once lived differently.”

My father’s company was in crisis. Fraud. Debt. Court cases.

One morning, EFCC men came with a sealed letter. My father collapsed before they finished reading.

We sat in the living room, helpless — our phones off the hook.

That was when Baba walked into the compound — not in his usual faded shirt, but in a clean senator wear and holding a briefcase.

> “Madam, your father helped my family 20 years ago. I worked under his company. When I lost everything in a political setup, he sent money quietly to keep me alive. He never knew I was still around — but I’ve been watching, waiting for my chance to repay.”

He called two people.

By evening, lawyers were in the house.

By the next week, investigations were dropped.

The fraudster was caught. Our company was saved.

Turns out, Baba was once a commissioner — forced to flee after political betrayal.

He’d lived low to avoid those who still wanted him silent.

But my kindness reminded him of the man who once gave him hope — my father.

Today, he’s back in the public eye — but still visits us monthly, with fufu in one hand and laughter in the other.

> “Food given in kindness returns with power.”

And I never again underestimated the man by the gate.