None of them have ever called to ask about their good brother’s children till date.

A brother that carried their affairs like his own.

A brother that gave his last to them till he breathed his last and wait a minute, did I forget to add that he completed a 5-bedroom house situated in Abuja for his ne’er-do-well brother before his death? And also bought a property for the same brother too in their village. Yes..he sure did! So pitiful!!!

A brother that spoon-fed them all like babies and sheltered them.

A brother that sent all their children to school to the detriment of his own children because sometimes, he would be late in paying his own children’s school fees. And on such occasions, I would be angry at him and he will try to calm me down in his subtle voice explaining that I should bear with him, that he wants to see whether he can settle most of his relatives. Does it look like if he were to live a 100years that these relatives can be settled and satisfied?? Again I ask… who bewitched you? who do you? who you?

A brother that had a heart larger than life itself.

He was a near perfect gentleman. Oh, the saying that ‘good people never last’.

There was nothing I wanted he never gave!

I was loved, I was pampered.