Nigerians, help me. I am in deep sadness. Sanku was the one who supported our family. He was my fifth child out of six. He took good care of me and his brothers and sisters. He made many promises to me that death prevented him from keeping. I have no one to help me. Sanku was the only person who helped me. He told me to rest my mind because he would set me up. The last time he called me was three days ago. He said he was going somewhere, not knowing that would be the last time I would hear from him.
I went through a lot before God brought him back.
I sell peppers. He already told me to stop selling peppers and that he would start me in a big business. When the accident happened, they told me he was getting better in the hospital, not knowing he had died. To everyone who says my son did money rituals, that is a lie. He was a devoted Muslim and very hardworking. He loved comedy from a young age. Nigerians, may you never know the graves of your children.
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