21/09/2025
HIDDEN LIFE
Bolanle had been waiting all afternoon for her husband, Dami to send her money for food. When her phone rang, she thought it was him. But instead, a nurse’s voice came through, asking if she was related to Mr. Dami. Stunned, Bolanle said yes, she was his wife. The nurse instructed her to come quickly to Lifeline Hospital; her husband had been in a serious accident.
With her heart racing, Bolanle rushed to the hospital, leaving her children with a neighbor. When she arrived, Damilola was lying unconscious, hooked to machines. The doctors explained they needed a deposit before treatment could continue. She transferred every naira she had, about ₦60,000 but it wasn’t enough. The nurse handed her his wallet and phone, asking her to try a transfer. To her embarrassment, Bolanle didn’t know the password.
Minutes later, the phone rang. The caller ID flashed “My Sunshine.” Expecting it might be work-related, the nurse picked up and placed it on speaker. A woman’s voice giggled, “Darling, you didn’t even call me today.” Bolanle froze, speechless. When asked who she was, the woman calmly said, “I’m his girlfriend.” The nurse told her to come quickly if she cared for him.
Within half an hour, a beautiful young woman appeared; dressed elegantly, smelling of luxury. Without hesitation, she unlocked Dami’s phone and transferred ₦300,000 to the hospital. Bolanle memorized the codes (phone and bank app) silently, her heart shattering. The girlfriend then turned to the nurse and said, “His wife should stay with him. Please call her.” Then, without looking at Bolanle, she left.
Later that evening, when the ward was quiet, Bolanle unlocked the phone. What she found was devastating. Dami had over ₦15 million spread across his accounts. He had sent this woman millions; ₦1.5 million just the previous day. Yet, in all their years of marriage, he had never given Bolanle even ₦100,000 at once.
Scrolling through his chats, she saw love notes, trips planned, and gifts bought, all things he had never given her. This was the same man who made her beg for intimacy, who shouted her into silence, who ignored her tears.
With trembling hands, Bolanle transferred ₦8 million to her account, leaving the rest for his hospital bills. The doctors later explained that Dami’s spine was badly damaged, that he might not walk again soon.
That night, Bolanle made her choice. She would no longer weep for a man who destroyed her confidence and neglected her needs. She packed her children’s things and left. Some would call her heartless, but she knew better: Dami had never been there for her when he was healthy so why should she sacrifice her future for him now?
This is called HIDDEN LIFE.
What is this world turning into?
What would you do?
