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Uchenna, a 30-year-old hardworking taxi driver, had what most people would call a humble but peaceful life. He had a wife, a beautiful 4-year-old daughter named Nadia, and a daily hustle that brought bread to their table. But everything changed the day poverty entered their marriage—slowly, silently, and painfully.
It began with an accident—his only source of income, the taxi he drove daily, was wrecked. Without a job, without money, and with a growing family to feed, Uchenna watched helplessly as life took a cruel turn. His wife, trying to save their home, began working as a maid in town. But survival has a cost, and for Uchenna, that cost was trust, betrayal, and tragedy.
Months later, hope returned. A friend helped him find a new driving job. Things were slowly falling back into place—at least so he thought. But even after he resumed work, his wife never quit her maid job. Rumours began to spread: she was allegedly involved with another taxi driver. He asked her. She denied it, cried, and swore loyalty. Uchenna wanted to believe her. He loved her. But life was about to teach him a bitter lesson.
One Sunday, she said she was going for a church cell meeting near her workplace. Not long after, Uchenna got a call: his friend had seen his wife entering a lodge with another man. Heart pounding, daughter in hand, Uchenna jumped into his car and raced to the scene. Just as he arrived, he saw them driving away—and in a moment of anger, pain, and confusion, he gave chase.
That decision cost him everything.
He lost control of the car. He crashed. Everything went black.
Uchenna woke up in a hospital bed, legs gone—amputated. Doctors told him he would never walk again. He had suffered severe spinal injuries. But worse was yet to come. They lied to him at first, to protect his heart—they said his daughter survived the crash and was staying with his mother. But a week later, he was told the truth: little Nadia died on the spot. He couldn’t attend her burial. He couldn’t even say goodbye.
“I died that day too,” he said, with tears in his eyes. “She was just four. I’m sorry, Nadia. Daddy is so sorry.”
While he was still hospitalised, his wife moved out. She took all their belongings and relocated to another town with her friends. She never looked back. No explanation. No apology.
Yet, in all this pain, Uchenna found a glimmer of light. A good Samaritan gave him a wheelchair and some capital to start a small chicken rearing business in the village. Today, he lives with his cousin, trying to pick up the pieces of his broken life. His dream now is not just to walk again, but to build a life strong enough to honour his daughter’s memory.
“I forgive my wife,” he said. “But I never want to see her again. And I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself.”
