Why would my blood brother hate me so passionately? Are we truly siblings? I’ve asked myself these questions, but I haven’t found any answers. This is not a movie. Sometimes, I envy people whose brothers don’t joke with them, but life isn’t fair to everyone. I am the last-born of the house, and my parents are late. In 2016, my brother got a visa to travel and asked if he could borrow my phone since his was broken. I lent him the phone that had been given to me as a gift.....CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE
A few weeks after he traveled, he blocked me on all platforms. I thought he was just finding it hard to settle and needed to lay low. That was the only consolation I gave myself.
Things became incredibly difficult for me. Finding food once a day became a miracle. At one point, I almost considered joining the local hookup scene just to get something to eat, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I was constantly falling sick due to poor eating habits. Life wasn’t fair.
After four years, news of my elder brother’s wealth started making headlines in the village. One early morning, my uncle sent for me and said my brother was doing very well now and had sent some things for everyone. The goodies were plentiful.
As everyone gathered, my brother called my uncle. After the call, my uncle told me that my brother had only sent something wrapped in blue for me. I was happy that he remembered me, but I asked my uncle for my brother’s phone number. My uncle said my brother had instructed him not to share the number with me.
I felt bad, embarrassed, and sick. When my uncle finally brought out the blue-wrapped gift, I was shocked to find that it was the same old phone my brother had borrowed from me when he traveled in 2016. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I started shivering, overwhelmed by the cold and a headache.
Every morning, I go to my parents’ grave to question them: Why is life so difficult for me? Why am I deserted even by my own flesh and blood? Of course, there are no answers.
I eventually settled down with a man who had bought food for me. He didn’t pay my bride price because he couldn’t afford it. I just needed someone to call my own, so I moved in with him.
Things became even harder, even with a partner. One day, he asked me to call my brother for assistance. I told him I didn’t have my brother’s number.
The man changed toward me and began beating me. His favorite line whenever he hit me was, “I will kill you, and no one will ask about you.”
One Monday morning, my husband was outside receiving a call. After the conversation, he started screaming my name. He said I should leave his house because my brother had confirmed that I don’t have a womb. I was shocked to hear that and wondered how he got my brother’s number.
He immediately pushed me out, and I went back to my parents’ old mud house, believing God for death to come.
