MY PEOPLE CAN YOU SEE WHAT THIS MAN DID TO ME?

 

My People, Can You See What This Man Did to Me? A Cry for Justice from a Broken Heart

By Ikechukwu Frank

In the year 2016, I woke up one morning with my life turned upside down. I was diagnosed with a spinal cord injury at the C4C5 level, paralyzed from the shoulders down. From that moment, my world shifted. I lost the ability to walk, to bathe myself, to move freely like I once did. Yet, I refused to let that be the end of my story. Instead of begging on the streets or wallowing in self-pity, I turned to online business from my bed. I worked hard, sometimes through pain, sleepless nights, and tears that only God saw. I kept faith alive.

But nothing prepared me for the betrayal that would follow.

My people, can you see what this man did to me?

I write this with pain in my heart. Not just the pain of paralysis, but the agony of betrayal, injustice, and neglect. Since 2021, I rented out my container shop to someone I called brother—Onyeka. All I asked for was the agreed rent. Sixty thousand naira per year. A token that would help me keep surviving, buy my catheter, medication, and food. December 2025 will mark five years since that agreement, but all I received was fifteen thousand naira. Just once. Since then, nothing.

₦60,000 × 5 years = ₦300,000.

But what have I received? A mocking silence.

And to worsen my wound, your wife, Onyeka, has the boldness to make money from that same shop while you both ignore my calls and messages. Is this not wickedness? Is this not heartless?

Biting the Wounded

Onyeka, when you bit my nose without considering the cater, remember I too can bite your buttocks without considering the pupu. You may think my silence is weakness, but know this: even a cripple has a voice, and a wounded lion still has claws.

> “Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! When the morning is light, they practise it, because it is in the power of their hand.” — Micah 2:1 (KJV)

What hurts most is not the money, but the betrayal. The disrespect. The lack of human compassion. How can you sleep at night knowing you’re making money from the sweat of a sick man and refuse to pay what is due?

The Concept: A Cry for Justice

This is not just a personal story—it is a clarion call for justice. It is a reflection of how society sometimes tramples on the weak. When people think you are down, they look for ways to press you deeper into the mud. But God sees.

> “Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked.” — Psalm 82:3-4 (KJV)

Adage says, “If the dead can’t talk, the grave would have been filled with testimonies.”

But I am alive, and I will speak.

Dimensions of the Pain

1. Physical Pain: Every day I struggle to manage life with a spinal cord injury. The shop rent was a lifeline.

2. Emotional Pain: Being ignored by someone I trusted causes sleepless nights and tears.

3. Mental Strain: I’ve had to calculate, pray, and ponder endlessly about how to recover what is mine.

4. Spiritual Testing: Faith is challenged when people take advantage of your vulnerability.

5. Financial Despair: Every naira counts. That rent could have paid for my medical supplies, food, or therapy.

> “He that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his Maker: but he that honoureth him hath mercy on the poor.” — Proverbs 14:31 (KJV)

Keys to Confronting Injustice

1. Documentation: I have all records of the agreement and the payment history

2. Mediation: I tried to reach out with patience, waiting for a peaceful resolution.

3. Communication: I sent a letter, poured out my heart, pleaded, and even reminded you of my condition.

4. Faith: I committed this to God, asking Him to fight for me.

5. Community Awareness: Now, I speak publicly—not to shame, but to awaken conscience.

> “Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction.” — Proverbs 31:8 (KJV)

Importance of Speaking Out

This story is not mine alone. Many people are being cheated, trampled upon, and mocked because of their condition. Some are silent because they have no strength or platform. But silence allows injustice to grow.

Adage says, “He who keeps quiet while eating with a thief will one day be blamed when the goods go missing.”

I will not be that man. I am speaking now.

> “Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression.” — Isaiah 58:1 (KJV)

Barriers to Justice

1. Fear of Retaliation: Many remain silent because they fear what the other party might do.

2. Lack of Legal Support: Some don’t know how to pursue justice legally.

3. Social Pressure: Others are told to “leave it to God” while suffering in silence.

4. Manipulation by Offenders: The guilty often use delay tactics or emotional blackmail.

But to the wicked, I say: Enough is enough!

> “The Lord executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.” — Psalm 103:6 (KJV)

What I Ask

I do not beg. I demand what is rightfully mine:

₦60,000 × 5 years = ₦300,000.

Pay it. Not for me only—but for the honor of justice and human dignity. Let your conscience speak to you. Let God judge between us.

And to others reading this:

If someone has wronged you, speak up.

If you’ve wronged another, make peace.

If you see injustice, don’t turn a blind eye.

Why This Matters

A society that neglects the voice of the weak will collapse. Today it is me. Tomorrow it may be your sister, your father, or your child. Let us not normalize wickedness. Let us be our brother’s keeper.

> “Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.” — Matthew 7:12 (KJV)

Adage says, “The leg that stepped on the tail of the viper must prepare for its sting.”

I have no venom, but I have truth. And truth, like light, cannot be hidden.

When Will This End?

It will end when you do what is right. Onyeka, return what you owe. You may think I’m helpless, but God fights for the defenseless.

> “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.” — Romans 12:19 (KJV)

If you continue in silence and arrogance, know that heaven records, and the day of reckoning will come.

To You Reading This

If this story touched your heart:

Share it.

Stand for justice.

Let us build a culture of accountability and compassion.

A spinal cord injury may have weakened my limbs, but not my voice. My body may be lying still, but my spirit is standing tall.

I refuse to be silent.

I refuse to be trampled.

I refuse to die in pain while others make profit from my property.

And so I ask again—

My people, can you see what this man did to me?

If this letter speaks to your conscience, and you have advice or support, kindly reach out. Not every battle needs to be fought in court. Sometimes, it only takes a kind word, a listening ear, and a heart that fears God.

“Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.” — Matthew 5:7 (KJV)

Let justice roll like a river. Let peace begin with truth. Let restitution restore broken dignity.

Ikechukwu Frank

— From a bed of affliction, but a spirit of fire.