Ayikobua Eric Kamure🇺🇬

I have no idea who wrote this.. but every man should read it. The Lonely End of a Good Man He started early. Graduated top of his class. PhD before his peers even finished their Masters. A man of discipline no smoke, no drink, no scandals. He chose one woman, married his best friend, stayed faithful. He raised four brilliant children, sent them all abroad on merit. Gave them everything he never had. They now live good lives in foreign lands married, thriving, far away. He is now over 70. A professor. A man respected in academic circles, but forgotten in the quiet corners of his own home. Today, he stands in his kitchen, cooking matooke alone. His wife the woman he built everything with left for a routine visit to help their daughter with childbirth. That was three years ago. She never came back, claiming, she wants to get her residency or green card. Now she belongs to the children. She FaceTimes him on birthdays and sends love in group chats, but her heart no longer lives here. He has become a bachelor again by abandonment, not by choice. This is the lonely end of a good man. A man who did everything right. Who never cheated. Who never strayed. Who lived by the book. Who believed love and duty were enough. And yet, here he is. Alone. Heartbroken. Still in love with a woman who forgot to come home. And this is not just his story this is the silent fate of many “good men.” Now the hard questions must be asked: If he was a polygamist, would one wife have stayed? If he mingled with friends, built strong social networks, joined the staff club, would it have made the silence less deafening? If he had a side chick someone who also cared would he feel less invisible now? If he lived a little less for others and a little more for himself, would this end still look the same? This is not a call to abandon virtue, but a call to reexamine balance. Because loyalty is beautiful, but loneliness is brutal. And love, when it is not mutual in old age, becomes a slow heartbreak no medicine can cure. To the men reading this; how do we escape ending up like this? What structures, relationships, and self-preservation must we build today to ensure we’re not cooking matooke alone at 75, asking where everybody went? Because being good is not enough. Not anymore.

Angella has passed away, but it's unfortunate that her family is fighting over her remains. Given the circumstances surrounding her parentage, it's somewhat awkward. The last clip seemed to suggest Angella knew who her real father was... But, yeah, women, why? 😭