But don’t start judging me just yet!
My life began in a slightly-too-unhygienic maternity home where the bedsheets were changed only if the stains became noticeable. The matrons almost never washed their hands and the smell of urine was so pungent you could hardly breathe. And that is where I took my first few breaths.
I’ve spent most of my life in a one-room apartment where even one extra human would become a crowd. The roof would leak even if there was no rain outside, the stairs leading up to the home would creak upon every step and the thought of ‘social boundaries and privacy’ was a joke to our neighbors.
Very early on in my life, I realized the value of money.
Alright, now that what sounded like a black-and-white, cheap art theatre script is over, you know that I didn’t grow up in the best of situations. I wasn’t privileged enough to have even the most basic of amenities. Very early on in my life, I realized the value of money.
Sure it sounds cheesy and clichéd, but money has power. It has the power to give you a sense of security. Money makes sure you don’t sleep hungry at night. Money makes sure you have what you need. But how much money is enough money? We humans, embodiments of greed, always want more than what we have. So how much is enough? Well, that is a topic of discussion we shall keep for another time.
So yes, I may choose money over love if given an option.
With that being said, if you ask me to choose one or the other – love or money, I’d probably say the latter. Because you will elope with your high-school sweetheart and call them your one true love but when weeks pass and you have nothing to eat, you will realise that you can’t eat love for lunch and romance for dinner.
So yes, I may choose money over love if given an option but maybe that’s just my single, never-been-in-a-relationship self, talking!
Author: Zainab Haji