My aunt borrowed ₦6.5 million from my mum, claiming she needed the money to expand her provision store.
My mum trusted her because they were sisters. She had saved that money for years, but she still decided to help
“Aunty Ngozi, when will you pay me back?” Mum asked
“Give me six months,” she replied. “Once business improves, I’ll return everything.”
My mum transferred the money, expecting her sister to keep her promise
But six months passed, and nothing happened.
Whenever Mum called, my aunt had one excuse or another. Eventually, she stopped answering her calls completely ,
We visited her house, only to discover that she had moved out
My Mum was heartbroken. She never expected her own sister to treat her that way.
For years, she tried to find her, but nobody could tell us where she had gone.
Several years later, a young man showed up at our house,
“Good afternoon, ma. Please, are you Mrs. Okafor?”
“Yes. Who are you?”
“My name is Daniel. I’m Ngozi’s son.”
The moment Mum heard his mother’s name, her expression changed.
“What does your mother want from me after all these years?”
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
“Ma, she doesn’t know I’m here. I came because I think you deserve to know what happened.”
He explained that shortly after borrowing the money, his mother had discovered that he needed expensive medical treatment. She had already spent her savings on hospital bills and couldn’t afford the remaining expenses.
According to Daniel, she used the money she borrowed from Mum to pay for his treatment, hoping to replace it later.
But the expenses continued, and she couldn’t recover financially. Instead of admitting what she had done, she became ashamed and cut off contact with the family