A Heart of Gold (260).

In the humble and bustling neighbourhood of Potty community, nestled at the edge of Freetown.

Lived a young woman named Adama.

Her house was nothing more than a small zinc-roofed structure, with cracked walls and a shaky wooden door.

Yet, behind those simple walls lived a heart richer than gold.

Adama was poor by every standard.

She sold charcoal at the market, waking up before dawn every day to carry her basin on her head.

Walking long distances with blistered feet just to earn enough to eat.

But despite her struggles, she never allowed poverty to define her spirit.

Everyone in Potty knew Adama—not for her looks or possessions—but for her kindness.

When Mariama, the widow next door, fell sick and had no money for food.

Adama cooked extra cassava leaves with oil and brought it to her door.

When little Abu lost his slippers on the way back from school, he was too ashamed to go back the next day.

Adama used her small savings to buy him a new pair.

Even the stray dogs around the neighbourhood knew her.

She'd always throw them bits of bread or leftover rice, whispering, “All life matters.”

But not everyone understood her.

Some people mocked her and asked, “Why give when you have nothing?”

But Adama would always smile and say, “You don’t need to be rich to do good. You just need to care.”

One rainy day, disaster struck.

Heavy floods swept through the community, destroying homes and carrying away precious belongings.

People screamed and ran, struggling to save themselves.

Adama, instead of running for her own safety, rushed from house to house.

Helping children, carrying an old man on her back, and giving her only blanket to a shivering baby.

Her home was washed away, but she didn’t cry.

When aid workers came days later and heard about what she had done, they were moved.

One of them, a journalist, wrote her story and shared it online.

People from across the world were touched by the story of this poor woman with a generous soul.

Weeks later, Adama received a scholarship offer from a local NGO to go back to school and a small fund to start her own charcoal business.

More importantly, the people of the Potty community.

Once divided and struggling, she had learned something powerful from her:

Love and kindness can build a stronger community than money ever could.

Adama didn’t become rich overnight.

But she continued to live simply, always helping where she could.

To the people of Potty, she wasn’t just a neighbour — she was their angel in human form.

And so, the story of Adama, the lady with a good heart, lived on.

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