02/04/2026
Wow this is the most touching post I've ever read ♥️♥️
Mrs Meda Series My wife was packing all my foodstuff to do giveaway, I will buy a bag of rice at home. Not up to one
month, it's finished. It's just the both of us at home. I'Il ask how, she'll
confess that she gave to people who were hungry. My house was our neighbors restaurant. She is cooking and feeding literally everyone in the compound. When l complain, she'll say that they do not have, that's why. Truly, some of them were really struggling. But she needed to understand that I'm not rich too. I will shout and shout and warn her to stop. She said God is blessing me because we were giving out. I told her I'm not rich,
so why will she say God is blessing me? She asked me when was the last time we lack food in our house, or was unable to pay our bills? l didn't Answer. I only told her that because of this her giveaway, we will go hungry soon. She said it will never happen. Sometimes the good will land her in trouble, and I will beg her to stop.She will say she wants to stop. Two days later, she have started again. She wasn't working, and I told her to start Work so that she will make money and l know if she still do giveaway. She started teaching job. It got worse, because she was taking my food to give children whose parents were not able to give food to school. Everyday she shares sweets and biscuits for them.
Children were following her home
almost everyday. It was a
government school and my house
was filling up with children almost
everyday. During Saturdays, they
will come and help her wash and
clean house. I told her I wll leave
the house for her and the kids one
day. She love children but God has
not given us a child. I wanted to stop her from teaching, but there was nothing else she can do. If she trades, she will use all her goods to do giveaway. People said | should let her be, that it was her calling and I can't change it. During her fourth year of teaching, she got pregnant at the age of 40. The news spread like wildfire all over Our town, because people knew my wife so well. Her children doesn't allow her work. They will follow her home everyday to work in our house. Their parents allow them, because everybody likes my wife. I followed her to antenatal one day, and she was like a celebrity at the hospital. Everyone was saying they haven't seen a Woman like her before. She was still doing giveaway at hospitals.Every mother that gives birth, my wife will make sure she give them something, even though its 500 naira. I told her she will never change, and she will laugh.
Unfortunately for me, she diied when birthing my precious baby girl. My wife left me in the world to
suff£r with my baby girl. My baby girl came out looking just
like my wife. I angrily told her to go back and bring me back my wife. People took my baby away from me. My family were living in a far away state. My wife don't have parents and her only sister is not in
the country.
I was left with the
baby. The whole town was thrown into mourniing after my wife's d£ath! All through my mourning period, I didn't even see my baby girl. Other
women were helping me take care of her. I don't know where her milk or her diapers nor even her clothes were coming from. They will just
bring her to me once in a day, because I was still mourning my wife. She was the replica of my wife, and the doctor says my wife
choose my baby over herself.
She was still doing good to the
point of death. I was feeling so
angry that she choose our daughter
and left me behind to suff£r. But even in death, she still speaks. Her work was still speaking. The kind of
support l received from people, some whom I don't know, I can't
explain it.
My neighbors and my wife's friends were taking care of my child. my mother only came for a month and they told her to leave, because she was very old. When my daughter got to the age of school, one
man volunteered to pay her school fees till she finish her primary school. I don't even know some of these people doing good for me. I was not buying books, bags,
shoes. She was changing bags and shoes almost everyday because the bags and shoes were too plenty.
When we go to the market, sometimes we don't pay for any foodstuff. I was even tired of going out with my daughter,because everybody just want to do something for her. She grew up with
community's help, not even my help. I was crying everyday when I receive those help, because I knew my daughter was eating the fruit of her mother's labor. When she finished her secondary education, her Aunt abroad took her abroad to further her education. My daughter was having everything so easy in life. It felt like she was already
blessed from the womb. As soon as she finished her education abroad, she met a well to do white man who asked for her hand in marriage. They came back to Nigeria for the traditional wedding. The whole place was filled even though I didn't invite much
people. I cried so much that day, seeing how everyone turned up for her. She was just like her mother too, so free hearted. Because of my tears, my daughter started to cry too. Most of my wives friends were
also crying. That day, it felt like we were doing my wife's memorial. I apologized tomy daughter for ruining her day.
After the trad, l travelled with them to London for the wedding. My daughter made me leave Nigeria and I was really proud. I advised her on her wedding morningto walk in her mother's footstep. It was her
calling. We cried briefly that morning before I walked her down the aisle. Walking her down the aisle, all l could think of at that
moment was my wife. I saw her ever cheerful face, cheering and clapping for us.
I didn't want to ruin my daughter's day again, so I wiped off my tears often. I stayed with them for a while before coming back to Nigeria. She wanted me to stay but I told her
I wanted to come back to Nigeria. My wife's memories are here. My daughter had always wanted me to remarry, but I told her I can't.
My wife's memories still lives with me. I'm looking forward to the day when God will call her and she will answer and come out to the meet me on the resurrection day