22/01/2026
*WHEN MONEY LEFT, LOVE FOLLOED*
Six months ago, Kunle lost his job.
At first, it was just silence, him sitting longer on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall before sunrise. Then the silence turned into tension. Bills piled up. Rent knocked louder. Food finished faster. And slowly, painfully, roles shifted.
His wife, Amaka, became the provider.
She paid the rent. She handled the groceries. She covered electricity, water, everything. At first, she did it with love… but love grew tired. Respect began to leak. Gratitude turned into resentment.
“You’re always at home.” “Other men are working.” “So what exactly are you doing with your life?”
The words started small, but they landed hard. Kunle tried. Applications. Calls. Promises. Hope. But nothing came through. And each rejection made him smaller in his own house.
Amaka stopped asking how he felt. She stopped serving his food with warmth. She stopped seeing the man she once prayed for.
To her, he had become a burden.
Her friend, Sade, noticed the change.
Each time they spoke, Sade warned her gently: “Amaka, remember how this man treated you when you had nothing.” “Don’t break him when he’s already down.” “Money can leave a man. Character rarely does.”
But Amaka brushed it off. “Love doesn’t pay bills.” “Respect doesn’t buy fuel.” “I’m tired.”
One evening, after a particularly harsh argument, Kunle left the house quietly. Not to cheat. Not to drink. Just to breathe.
He ran into Sade by chance.
She didn’t mock him. She didn’t pity him. She listened.
Over time, she introduced him to a business contact, a small opportunity, nothing guaranteed. But this time, something clicked. Kunle worked like a man trying to reclaim his name. Sleepless nights. Learning. Hustling. Risk.
The contract landed. Then another. Then another.
Within two years, Kunle was no longer surviving, he was thriving.
But somewhere along the way, his marriage had died.
He remembered the insults. The coldness. The way he felt invisible in his own home.
So when Amaka suddenly changed, became soft again, respectful again, he felt nothing.
He asked for a divorce.
And later, he married Sade, the woman who saw him when he was nothing.
Amaka screamed betrayal. She accused Sade of stealing her husband. She cried that she was only “fighting for her marriage.”
But deep down, the truth was heavier: She fought only when the money returned.
Questions to Reflect On:
1. Did the man take the right decision?
Was he protecting his dignity, or running away from forgiveness?
2. Did the friend do right by accepting his proposal?
Was it love that grew naturally, or loyalty that crossed a line?
3. Did the wife do right by fighting for her marriage?
Or was it too late because respect had already been lost?
Sometimes, the real lesson isn’t about who ends up rich…
It’s about who stayed kind when nothing was working.