Chinonyelum Abigail

IT WAS SHORT BUT BEAUTIFUL

You and your wife live in a three-bedroom flat with your two kids and a house help, a young girl about nineteen going on twenty. She has been staying with your family after you and your wife went to her village to beg her mother to release her into your care. Her mother trusted you, believing she would live well, go to school, and be cared for.

One evening, the night before you were supposed to travel for a one-week work assignment in another state, you followed your usual routine of checking on your kids before bed. That night, when you entered the room, you noticed your house help was running a temperature. Surprised, you asked her what happened, and she said she didn’t know,she just started feeling sick that evening.

You went to tell your wife about it, and she also confirmed the girl wasn’t feeling well. Since you were traveling the next morning, you gave your wife ₦100,000 and told her to take the girl to the hospital, assuring her that if more money was needed, you would send it. Your wife agreed and said there was no problem.

The next morning, you traveled. Throughout the week, you stayed in touch with your wife on the phone, believing all was well. But when you returned home after seven days, your kids came out excitedly to welcome you. Strangely, the house help didn’t. You asked after her, and they said she was inside.

You went into her room and were shocked,the place reeked of vømit. The girl looked terribly weak, and it was clear she hadn’t received proper care. You asked her, “Have you gone to the hospital since that day?” She said no. You asked, “What about medicine, have you been taking any drugs?” Again, she said no.

Confused and angry, you went to confront your wife: “I gave you money to take this girl to the hospital. Why didn’t you take her? Why did you leave her like this for a whole week?” Your wife brushed it off, saying, “Forget about that girl. She’s just pretending. I didn’t want to waste money on her.”

Boiling with anger, you carried the sìck girl yourself, put her in the car, and rushed her to the hospital. Sadly, after only one night on admission, you received the heartbreaking call: the girl had dîêd.

Now the real question stands before you: If you were the husband, what would you tell the girl’s mother back in the village?
Would you tell her the truth, that your wife neglected the girl despite you giving her money, and that negligence led to her dêåth?
Or would you hide the truth, simply telling the mother that the girl fell sick and, despite efforts, she påssed away?

This is wickedness 😭😭

As the husband what will you do

May this week be a blessed week for all of us. Iseee

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