At what point does taking care of family become family taking advantage of you?
Why is it always the person struggling the most that gets called first?
I have been in Lagos for nine years.
One room. Okada to work. Eba and egusi when things were tight.
Nobody sent me money.
Nobody checked if I was eating.
I built everything myself.
A thread 🧵
I am not a stingy person.
But somewhere between the first call and the fifteenth I stopped being a person to them.
I became a solution.
And the moment I said I had nothing they said money had changed me.
Me that was eating once a day just four years ago.
I still send money sometimes.
Not because I love her the way I used to.
Not because I trust her.
But because part of me still remembers the woman who raised me.
My aunt raised me after my mother died.
I called her Mama.
Not because anyone told me to.
Because it felt true.
When I got my first salary, I sent her money that same evening.
When her son needed school fees, I paid.
What happened next changed how I saw her forever.
A thread 🧵
I confronted her.
She said the relative was lying.
Then she started crying.
I stood there and watched her cry.
And felt nothing.
That was the part that frightened me.
Because I am not a cold person.
But I felt nothing except tired.