30/04/2024
A twelve-year-old boy, returning from school, was struck by a car and rushed to the nearest hospital. . Despite effort made to save him, the doctor demanded a deposit of fifty thousand before treatment could proceed. The mother tried to reach the father for financial assistance, but he was unreachable, and the driver responsible for the hit and run vanished.
While awaiting the father's arrival, the son passed away. The mother, devastated at losing her only child, collapsed in anguish. It was then that something unexpected happened.The nurses came to her aid, trying to wake her and her wrapper fell off in her distress, something fluttered to the ground—a paper form. Amongst it, thousands of naira notes spilled out. Upon counting, they realized the total sum was seventy-two thousand naira, enough to save her son's life. Jesus Christ!!!
In a scene of collective disbelief and anger, the crowd gathered, demanding answers. How could she let her son die when she had more than enough to save him?
Amidst the chaos, the husband arrived, greeted by a devastating sight. His wife, the mother of his child, accused of heartlessness and neglect. "I established this woman so I could have a helper, but she awaits my arrival to sort every bills, even to fetching of water. Since the only bond we had is broken, It's over between us, go and never come back.
In her tearful confession, the truth emerged—a legacy of betrayal and distrust passed down through generations. Her mother's bitter past had poisoned her views. "my mom helped my father to secure a further but lastly, my father left with another woman, leaving her frustrated and instilling a belief never to assist a man financially. I was thinking it was the right thing, until now I had the worst moment of my life and lost the only precious thing to me. Advice, freely given, can shape our choices, but it's our responsibility to discern the right path. No one else bears the weight of our decisions.