I opened the shared Google Photos album titled “Family Memories 2024–2026.”
Every photo from the last two years had been edited.
In group shots, my face had been carefully replaced with the other woman’s.
The comments under each picture were from people I loved:
“Finally the right one.”
“She fits better.”
“Took long enough.”
The front door opened while I was still reading the messages.
One by one they walked in my parents, his parents, my siblings, his siblings, my best friends, the neighbors.
They didn’t look surprised to see me.
My husband came in last, holding the other woman’s hand.
My father cleared his throat and said,
“We decided it was kinder to tell you all at once.”
One of my brothers from the same state visited me today. He told me he had moved out of his former apartment, and I asked why because the place was beautiful, with just four units of one-bedroom apartments.
I asked if his landlord had increased the rent from ₦1.5 million, but he said no. According to him, despite working, running his own business and having a working wife, things kept getting worse for them.
He went for prayers, and they told him to leave the house because it wasn’t ordinary.
Since moving to his new place, things have started improving. He said everyone in the former compound has moved out, although some new tenants have moved in.
Do some landlords really do things like this? And if they do, what could be their reason? 🤔
A man was removed from a luxury store because he spent 40 minutes testing a pair of shoes without buying them.
The sales assistant complained that he was wasting her time. The security guard escorted him outside while other customers watched.
Before leaving, the man turned to the assistant and said, “You should probably check who paid for the training that taught you how to treat customers.”
She laughed.
An hour later, the store manager called an emergency staff meeting.