Nene headed to the market square to sell her freshly plucked apples. It was Eke market day in her village, and she needed to arrive on time to make the best sales. She decided to pay for transportation with the two hundred naira note she had.

At the junction, Nene negotiated with a bike man, who agreed to take her to the market square for the amount she offered. As she prepared to board the motorcycle, an old lady approached another bike man, pleading for a ride to the market square. The old lady carried a heavy bunch of firewood on her head and promised to pay once she sold her goods. The bike man refused, and Nene, despite her urgency, felt pity for the old woman. She stepped down and asked the bike man to take the old lady instead. The bike man looked at her skeptically, but the old lady thanked Nene profusely as they drove off.

Nene walked to the market square, praying silently as she went. When she arrived, most shops had closed or were about to close, having sold all their goods. Nene's apples were getting soft due to the heat, and she was sweating profusely. She found a spot beside a guava tree and sold half of her apples, but the money wasn't enough for her WASSCE registration. Disappointed, Nene returned home and shared the remaining apples with her siblings. Her mother commended her kindness and encouraged her not to lose hope.

A week later, a black Toyota Camry drove into their compound. Nene's unexpected guests were the old lady and her grandson, who had returned from the United States. He appreciated Nene's kindness and promised to support her education and assist her family. Nene was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor, and her mother's words echoed in her mind: "Truly, it pays to be good.”