I’m so sorry for your loss but I think she had to give you one of the kids Triplets and that her 10th child!!

Not all heroes wear cape but they have empathy and axe and fire extinguishers God bless those neighbors

I paid ₦300,000 for his wife's surgery, and when I asked for my money, he said, "But the baby died. Why should I pay?" It was past midnight when my neighbor, Chuka, came to my gate, sweating and out of breath. His wife needed an emergency C-section, and the hospital wanted ₦300,000 before they would touch her. "Oga, I have the money," he said. "But it's in mutual funds. It matures at the month end. Please help me, I'll pay you back." I didn't think twice. I transferred the money right there at the gate. They saved his wife. The baby didn't make it. I stood in that hospital corridor and watched a grown man fall apart. I told myself, this is not the time to talk about money.I even gave him an extra ₦20,000 for the burial. The month ended. I waited three more days out of respect, then went to his house. "Chuka, I've come about the money." "Which money?" "The ₦300,000. For the surgery." He laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh. "My son died. You want me to pay for a surgery that couldn't save my child?" "Your wife is alive because of that surgery." He closed the door in my face. I went back twice more. On the third visit, he stepped outside, and before I could finish my sentence, his fist landed on my jaw. His brother rushed out from nowhere. They dragged me to the ground and kicked me until a neighbor ran over screaming. I limped to the police station with blood on my shirt and my phone in my hand, the transfer receipt still open on the screen. Two days later, police knocked on his door. I watched from my window as they led Chuka and his brother out in handcuffs. I don’t know what I did wrong?