I spent over £34k sending my younger brother to the UK. I paid his school fees, and he lived in my house for free, with food and accommodation fully covered. He finished his Master’s program, moved out, started working, made enough money, and opened a barbing salon with 8 chairs in the heart of London. He has never bought even a loaf of bread for my sons. He built a house in Nigeria without telling me. He flew his girlfriend to Spain for her birthday. One time, I lied that I was broke and asked him to send me £500. He told me he had used all his money but had ₦1 million he wasn’t using. I sent him my naira account details. It has been 3 months, and he has never replied to that message. Family is not blood. Now that I have decided to be wicked, nobody should blame me. I have seen all sides of human wickedness. I have repeatedly told him and other family members that if God had put them in my position, I would still be in the village suffering. The highest they would do is send me $100 and ask me to be grateful. I have lived the first half of my life for others, and now I have decided to be wicked, selfish, and stingy for myself and my sons. Humans are terrible. Just buy a dog.