When my brother’s wife was pregnant, I was there for her. I stayed in their home and helped her with whatever she needed because my brother’s job often took him away, and she was having a very difficult pregnancy. There was nausea, vomiting, weakness, and all sorts of illnesses, so I stayed by her side and even helped with her work. She owned the provision shop in front of the house, and I assisted her in running it.

The first few days after I moved into their home, I noticed something was very off about her. At first, I brushed it aside and blamed her mood on prenatal stress, but everything changed when I overheard a conversation she was having on the phone. She was in her room crying and begging a man not to leave her in her condition, completely unaware that I was listening.

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After that day, I started paying closer attention to her. Whenever she thought no one was watching, she would quietly sob while chatting on her phone, but whenever my brother was around, she acted perfectly normal, just as any good wife would.

One morning, we were sitting together in the shop when she left her phone behind and went into her room. What I had overheard kept bothering me, so I picked up the phone and searched through it. I needed to confirm what I suspected.

Her WhatsApp had no lock on it, so I went straight there and found exactly what I was looking for.

She had been chatting with a man whose contact name was saved as “Bible.” From their conversations, I learned that they had been seeing each other for years, even before she met my brother, and they still met occasionally to have sex.

The man she was having an affair with was about to get married and was trying to end things with her, but Hannah was using her pregnancy as a way to keep him. He, however, insisted there was no way the child belonged to him because they barely saw each other.

I took screenshots of their conversations, sent them to my phone, and logged out. Then I kept quiet. I was waiting for the wind to blow off the fowl’s buttocks.

I carried that secret in the shadows and waited until she gave birth. One look at the baby girl and you could see my mother in her. The child was clearly my brother’s. If that baby had looked nothing like him, me, or anyone in our family, I would have revealed the truth without hesitation. But she didn’t. She looked so much like my mother that all my doubts disappeared.

At that moment, even if I had decided to tell the truth, it would have destroyed my brother. I didn’t want to be the person who shattered that joy, so I chose to let sleeping dogs lie.

This is where the problem begins.

Recently, her brother caught his wife with another man, and things became very messy between them. The woman married to her brother is actually my friend and former classmate. Their families and church got involved, and after everything, her brother decided to forgive his wife and take her back.

But my sister-in-law has taken the matter very personally. Magajia.

She has sworn that as long as she remains his big sister, she will never allow that reconciliation to happen. I was there when she said those words. I took a long look at her, from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet, and my mind immediately travelled back to the day I discovered what she had been doing behind my brother’s back.

The irony almost made me laugh. It was a pure case of someone trying to remove the speck in another person’s eye while ignoring the log in her own.

Anyway, when I tried speaking to her on behalf of my friend, she told me that according to their customs and traditions, a married woman who sleeps with another man and continues to cook for her husband brings terrible consequences upon him.

“Where we come from,” she said, “if a married woman sleeps with another man and still cooks for her husband, it can destroy him physically and spiritually.”

She went on to say that she could never allow her only brother to die because of what she called a whore.

The thing is, she was the one who supported her brother through university and even helped fund his wedding, so he still listens to her a great deal. She speaks, and they bow.

It has been months now, and the poor man has to sneak around just to see his own wife because of his sister. She has made life miserable for my friend and doesn’t want her anywhere near her brother. Now I regret not telling my brother about Hannah’s affair when I first found out. The only leverage I could have used to make her leave her brother’s wife alone is gone because I deleted the evidence. Yes, I did. That is why I am so mad at myself right now. Very angry.

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Should I tell her that I know about her affair with Bible, or should I tell my brother what I discovered all those years ago?

My friend has two children with her husband, and in spite of the mistakes she has made, I am very well aware that marriage means everything to her.

Please, what can I do to help my friend? Because right now, it looks like Hannah wants to eat her cake and have it too. She wants mercy for herself and judgment for everyone else. Nobody gets to eat their cake and still have it. That is why I am here.

—Regina 

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