12/06/2025
THE DAY KENE REMEMBERED HIS PROMISE
Kene was a hardworking man—
the type who believed real men don’t fall sick.
He worked long hours, skipped meals, and slept only a few hours a night.
His wife, Ada, always warned him:
“Kene, please rest. Your body is not iron.”
But he would laugh and say,
“Later, later… I’m fine.”
One afternoon at work, he felt a strange tightness in his chest.
Not pain—just pressure.
He ignored it.
By evening, the tightness returned with shortness of breath.
Still, he waved it off.
“Just tired,” he said.
But when he got home, Ada noticed the way he held his chest
and the tiredness in his eyes.
She didn’t argue.
She didn’t shout.
She just took his hand and said softly:
“You promised to grow old with me.
Don’t break that promise.”
Those words broke him.
For the first time, he agreed to go to the hospital.
The doctor examined him and said:
“You came just on time.
Your blood pressure is extremely high.
One more week of this stress and it could have ended differently.”
Kene stared at Ada—
grateful, shaken, humbled.
That night he made a new promise:
to rest, to check his health,
to love himself the same way his family loved