“God forbid! Barrister, are you praying for me to die?”
“Madam, do you have a Will?”
“Me? Will? Is that not for men?”
Let me tell you a true story, about how a Will can make or break a family and how you’re #NotTooYoungToWill.
Let me tell you about this guy, Emeka.
He was the smartest boy in school. Always came 1st. One year, for a state competition, he was chosen to represent his school. Being the smartest guy in the village school is one thing;
After the dust of jubilation settled, Emeka’s father called a family meeting. He didn’t mince words.
“Emeka, your teacher came to see me. He said that you have a good chance to go to school abroad. That he can help..
Of course his mother agreed, as did his sisters.
You see, Emeka’s family was poor. Financially providing for anything not covered by his scholarship meant that someone was going to give up school.
That was Evaristus, the first son. He was in SS2...
“Papa, nsogbu adiro,” he said. “It’s not like I like school sef. I want to go into business.”
Emeka eventually got that scholarship at eighteen and left for the US.
At first he and the family sent Emeka some money. Then Emeka got a couple of jobs and began to send them a little token. He was bright and well-liked and often got good afterschool jobs.
Nearly ten years after he’d left Nigeria, Emeka returned.
But not before he settled his family. Re-buried his father. Built a humongous palace in the village as the family house.
Finally, he gave his eldest brother money to start a business—20 million naira—more money than he’d ever had in his entire life.
Trouble started two years later, when he wanted to get married.
He’d always known his older brother was self-absorbed and a little entitled.
“Dede, I gave you money and even started a business for you, so you can take care of your family. What do you mean by how will I care for yours?”
“You know how it is nah,” Evaristus replied. “We’re family and we take..
“Brother, you didn’t stop…..,”
“And I was also sending you money when you were in obodo oyibo. If anything happens to me now, you’ll have to care for my family.”
Emeka got married. Had twins a year later—a boy and a girl. Then one day while his office, his secretary called him on the intercom.
“Sir, you’re sister-in-law is here to see you.”
Scared that something had happened to his brother, he said, “Please, send her in.”
When Nwakaego walked in, her countenance was sullen.
"Nwunye m," Emeka said, "What's the
Not waiting for an invitation, she took a seat. After a couple of seconds, she took a deep breath and spoke.
“Emeka, what did I ever do to offend you?” she burst out.
“What did I do to offend you, that you’ve ruined my marriage?”
“Mechionu, let me finish! Evaristus wasn’t rich but we weren’t poor. Then you came back and gave him 20 million naira. Emeka, 20 million. You gave twenty million to a man who’d never seen such money in his life. You and I know your brother is not wise. Still…”
The woman scoffed. “What sacrifices? It’s not like he dropped out of school or something. He sent you what—a total of ten thousand naira while you were there.
“He didn’t squander it, sister. He just made a bad business investment, that’s all.”
“Emeka, you’re not stupid. So, don’t sit there and talk stupid, inugo?!
But did I complain? Mba. Then you, Emeka, knowing all of these, decided to...
At this point, I’d like to cut this story short.
Emeka confronted his brother. Evaristus told him he was stupid to confront him about how he spent his hard-earned money.
Evaristus said, “For all we know, I’d have eventually gone to the university if you’d not stolen my chance. I slaved as an apprentice so you could go to school.
Technically, everything you own belongs to me. And let me tell you something -
And just like that, battle lines were drawn. Their uncle was called in to settle issues; he took sides with Evaristus.
Outside the court that day, both he and their uncle threatened his brother.
“Emeka, I will kill you,” Evaristus raged.
At that point, Emeka realising the gravity of things, went to see his best friend and lawyer.
“Guy, write a Will. Quickly.”
“At my age?”
“Yes, at your age. You’re #NotTooYoungToWill.
Two weeks later, Emeka did his Will.
The next day, at the age of 38, he died in his sleep.
They began to harass his widow. You witch! You killed our brother. Bring all his documents. Where are the car keys and the papers to his properties?
The lawyer showed up.
2.After the burial which was strictly supervised by the executor to his estate, the Will was read.
Said stipends were to be disclosed only to the widow, kids and executor.
I cannot describe how mad these two men were. How they threatened to contest the Will but couldn’t. But more than anything, I can’t describe the widow’s relief. That Will protected them.