Heart of men
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Last week I go to visit a good friend of mine whose younger brother was sick wit kidney problem. What I heated was so touching. The heart of men are evil.
Her sisters narration
My younger Chidi made a life-changing decision back in 2018, he gave our elder brother a kidney. Not cash. Not a loan. An actual organ.
At the University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital, doctors performed the surgery, carefully removing one of Chidi's healthy kidneys and transplanting it into our older brother, Emeka, to save his life. Chidi was just 26 years old at the time.
After the surgery, he spent six weeks recovering. Unfortunately, during that time, he lost his job at the logistics company because he ran out of leave and couldn’t get back to work in time.
Starting over wasn’t easy, but Chidi never complained. Not once. For him, the only thing that mattered was Emeka’s survival. That was enough.
Fortunately, Emeka made a full recovery. By 2020, he had opened a building materials shop in Rumuola, and by 2022, he had expanded to two locations. A new car followed, and then a new apartment in Ozuoba. Life was looking good for him, and Chidi beamed with pride as he watched his brother thrive. Even after everything, he never asked Emeka for anything in return.
But earlier this year, Chidi started feeling intense pain in his remaining kidney. After a series of tests, doctors revealed that it was under significant stress. He needed surgery and ongoing treatment, which would cost around ₦1.8 million.
With only ₦340,000 saved up, Chidi decided to reach out to Emeka.
Emeka didn’t lash out. He didn’t raise his voice or turn him away.
Instead, he calmly sat Chidi down, offered him a cold drink, and said:
“I’m grateful for what you did for me. God will reward you. But I have a wife and three kids now. I can’t put my family in jeopardy for this. Let’s pray about it.”
Then he handed Chidi ₦20,000 and added, “This is what I can do for now.” ₦20,000. For a kidney.
That night, Chidi called her sister.
He didn’t cry. He didn’t curse Emeka. He simply said, “I would do it again.”
Honestly, that broke my heart more than anything else.
Today, Emeka is busy building a third outlet in Rumuola, while Chidi is left to manage his condition with whatever treatment he can afford. Still, he picks up the phone whenever his brother calls.
I’m not here to pass judgment.
I just have one question:
When someone donates a part of their body to save your life, what do you really own them? Is just a question I want to ask. Because saying “God will reward you” doesn’t cut it. Sometimes, it feels more like a way to brush things aside.
This is a very touching story of this young man. I feel so much pity for him I couldn't hold my tears after her sister a friend of my narrated his younger brother story to me.
Please let's learn to be our brothers keeper.