27/05/2026
From my box
Is a long post but I beg you to read
Sometimes I sit down and ask myself if this life is truly fair. My parents diedd early and left six of us behind. Six children with no father and no mother. . And one man carried all of us on his shoulders my elder brother. That man became father, mother, provider and protector. He trained every single one of us. Fed us. Sacrificed for us. Made sure none of us became uselesss in life. Even the same senior brother tormentingg his wife today, my late brother trained him too. Do you know what it means for one man to carry six children that were not his responsibility? To deny himself comfort so others could survive? He did it without complaining. By the time all of us became stable, his own business collapsedd. Everything scattered. Then sickness came. For two years I watched the strongest man I knew become weak slowly. And the painfulll part was that all the friends disappeared. Business partners vanishedd. People he once helped stopped answering calls. The only person standing there till the end was his wife. That woman is one of the best women I have ever seen in this life. She carried that suffering with him like skin. Sold things. Sacrificed. Stayed awake. Prayed. Fought for him. And me, I stood beside her because they raised me in that house like their own child. I entered their home around age 15 and that woman never treated me differently for one day. Not one day. She laughed with me, corrected me with love, protected me and paid my school fees with my brother. She loved me like hers. So tell me, how do you abandon such a woman in her painn? But while my brother was lying sick, another battler started. Our eldest brother started asking me for documents, house papers and properties. And I asked him one simple question How can you be asking for property when this man has a wife and four children?That was when insultss started. He shouted at me and called me stupidd. While the man that raised all of us was dyingg, they were already calculating property. Even after my brother diedd, they still draggedd his widow to court trying to collect the little he left behind. A woman already drowningg in grief. Sometimes wickednessss does not come from strangers. It comes from blooddd. The thing that shattered me completely was the buriall. The man that sacrificed his youth for everybody was buriedd quietly like nobody because me and his wife had exhausted everything trying to keep him alive. Till today that ppain still tears my chest open. Now I am 28 years old and I am the one paying school fees for his children. I am the one trying to stand in the gap. My salary is 500,000 and honestly I do not even have much. The man I want to marry is a citizen of another country and sometimes I keep asking myself if I should carry one of the children, especially the girl, and raise her abroad the same way her parents raised me. Or should I gather the money I would use for processing and give it to the mother so she can restart the business my brother lost before he dieddd? I truly do not know what is right anymore. All I know is that a very good man diedd and the world paid him back with abandonment, betrayal . Please what step is best for them now ? I am leaving December and I am in fear so they won’t suffer . My brother held my hands on his sick bed and prayed for me
He told me Nneka please always stand with my family. Please 🙏 let me not let him down .
