The Invoice That Never Arrives
"Kindness is the only debt that grows richer when it is passed on." Some invoices arrive by post, by email, or by hand. They demand payment, carry deadlines, and disappear once settled. Then there is another kind of invoice. It carries no amount due, no account number, no date for payment. It is written not on paper but on the human heart — and it can only be honoured by passing its value to someone else. Kwame discovered this on a Harmattan evening. The dry wind drifted across the highway as he steered his ageing pickup from Tamale toward Accra after a demanding week of business. The back of the truck was stacked with merchandise; his mind was stacked with invoices, contracts, and payment schedules. To Kwame, life had always been a matter of accounts. Every service deserved a fee. Every favour carried a price. Every debt demanded settlement. Then, somewhere between two quiet villages, the engine coughed, spluttered, and died. He tried everything he knew. The truc...
