Upon hearing those words Uncle Musa did not argue or beg. He simply nodded thanked him for listening, and left. At the time, I thought that was the end of the matter. I had no idea that what happened next would expose a wound our family had been carrying for years.
A few weeks later, Uncle Musa decided to sell a plot of land he owned on the outskirts of town. He had kept the land for years hoping to build a house there someday but his financial problems had left him with little choice. Ibrahim heard about the sale and saw an opportunity. Instead of approaching his uncle directly he contacted a man who dealt in property and arranged to purchase the land through him. He had the money all along or at least he had enough to buy the property but he had chosen not to lend it to his uncle.
When the transaction was completed, Ibrahim believed everything would remain a secret. He continued going about his business as though nothing had happened, convinced that his uncle would eventually accept the sale and move on.
One afternoon, Uncle Musa discovered who had actually purchased his land. He came to our house, visibly angry and demanded to speak with Ibrahim. I was in the sitting room when their voices began to rise. “So you were the one who bought my land?” Uncle Musa Roared. Ibrahim did not deny it. “You told me you didn't have ₦700,000 to help me, yet you had money to buy my land. You couldn't help me when I needed you but you could afford to take advantage of my situation?” Ibrahim remained silent for a moment before replying, “Uncle, I bought the land legally. You put it up for sale, and I paid the asking price. I didn't force you to sell it.” His response only made his uncle angrier. Uncle Musa shook his head and said, “You are talking about legality as though this is only about land. This is about how you treated me when I came to you for help.”
Then Uncle Musa said something whilst he was obviously not in control of his emotions, he said that earlier, when he had been doing well financially, Ibrahim had approached him for money. He had refused to help, despite having the means to do so. Uncle Musa had not forgotten that experience. He reminded Ibrahim that he had once stood in the same position, needing assistance from someone who could afford to help him. “When you came to me, I refused you,” he said. “You have never forgotten it, have you? Now that I need help, you have decided to pay me back in your own way.” Ibrahim looked away. He had wanted his uncle to understand how it felt to be rejected, but he had never considered that buying the land behind his back would turn an old disappointment into a much deeper family conflict.
What happened next surprised everyone. Uncle Musa did not demand that Ibrahim return the land. Instead, he told him that he would have to work on his poultry farm for four months before he would receive anything from him. Ibrahim agreed, perhaps believing it would be a small price to pay but the work was exhausting. He cleaned the poultry houses, carried feed, attended to the birds, and worked long hours under the supervision of workers who knew nothing about the dispute. For four months, he showed up and did what was required of him. When the period ended in 2021, Uncle Musa finally handed him N290,000. It was far less than the money Ibrahim had spent buying the land, and the experience left him feeling that his uncle had deliberately made him suffer. Yet Uncle Musa believed he had simply returned the lesson Ibrahim had once taught him.
I only understood the full weight of the matter much later. Ibrahim had bought the land because he wanted his uncle to experience the pain of being denied help. Uncle Musa, in turn had made him work on the poultry farm because he wanted Ibrahim to understand that money was not the only thing that could be withheld or used to teach a lesson. Both men believed they were correcting an injustice, but neither seemed willing to admit that they had allowed an old grievance to dictate their actions. The land remained a piece of property, but the trust between them had become something much harder to recover.
Perhaps the most mind boggling part of the whole episode was that Ibrahim had never intended for me to hear the conversation that revealed his real motive. I had entered the sitting room unnoticed and heard him tell a cousin afterward, “I knew he would be angry when he found out. I just wanted him to know how it felt when someone who has money refuses to help you when they have the capacity to do so.” I hid there, wondering whether he regretted what he had done or simply regretted getting caught. I was not supposed to hear that, but those words lingered in my mind.
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