MR BAYO'S LAST WISH.

Mr. Bayo was an old farmer who had spent his life working hard and helping people in his village. He was known for his kindness, but there was one thing that mattered to him more than his possessions.

One evening, after returning from the market, Mr. Bayo gathered his children around him.

“My children,” he said gently, “there is one last thing I wish to do.”

His children listened carefully.

“I want to plant a tree beside the village road.”

His eldest son smiled. “Father, why a tree? You already have many trees on your farm.”

Mr. Bayo smiled.

“The trees on my farm belong to me. But the tree I want to plant will belong to everyone.”

The following morning, despite his age, Mr. Bayo walked to the roadside with his children. Together, they planted a young mango tree.

His youngest daughter asked, “Father, will you live long enough to eat its fruit?”

Mr. Bayo laughed softly.

“Perhaps not. But someone will.”

Years passed.

The little tree grew taller. Mr. Bayo grew weaker, but he continued asking his children to water it.

One rainy afternoon, he called them to his bedside.

“Promise me you will never cut down that tree.”

“We promise,” they said.

Mr. Bayo closed his eyes peacefully.

After his passing, his children kept their promise.

The mango tree continued to grow. Travelers rested beneath its shade. Children played around it. Farmers sat beneath its branches during hot afternoons. Eventually, it produced sweet mangoes that people were free to pick.

One day, Mr. Bayo's youngest grandson stood beneath the tree and asked his mother:

“Why did Grandpa plant this tree when he knew he might never enjoy its fruit?”

She smiled.

“Because he understood something important. A meaningful life isn't measured only by what you enjoy. It is also measured by what you leave behind for others.”

From that day forward, whenever the family planted a tree, they remembered Mr. Bayo's last wish.

Moral

The greatest legacy is not what we leave behind for ourselves, but what we leave behind for those who come after us.

Sometimes, our last wish can become someone else's first blessing.