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5 hrs agoTitle: "A Brother’s Mind, A Sister’s Grave"
There’s a house somewhere in Surulere where laughter used to live. You wouldn’t know just by passing. The paint still holds. The compound is swept. But the air — the air carries grief.
People say something changed there one Sunday afternoon. Before then, it was a regular home: generator hum in the evenings, the smell of stew on Saturdays, a daughter who always greeted you with a smile. She was the kind of child whose name meant mercy — Anuoluwapo. Anu for short.
She had an older brother. Not many people noticed him much. He walked softly, spoke rarely. Some neighbors whispered, said he wasn’t “alright.” But in this part of the world, people don’t talk much about such things. It’s either prayer or punishment.
One day, something happened. Nobody tells it the same way. Some say there was a scream. Some say there was only silence. But when they found her, the girl — Anu — was gone. The tank behind the house still holds water, but no one touches it anymore.
The boy? He was taken away. They say he hasn’t said a full sentence since. Only hums. Hums, over and over.
And the parents? They walk slower now. Sometimes they sit by the window for hours, saying nothing. Once, someone overheard the mother whisper, “We should have checked. We should have seen.”
People stopped asking questions. But everyone knows. That house carries a story. A quiet, broken one,the brother actually drowned his own sister due to mental problem.
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Moral Lesson:
Not every silence is peace. Sometimes, it’s a cry. Pay attention to your children. Listen — even to what they don’t say.