Betrayed by a blood brother, should I still call him a brother or take his words as serious as I used to? 6years ago I fought hard to reclaim a job as a security guard running part time at the place, it’s more or like a ghost worker they just pay into my account monthly. Then when 2015 came and the company said they wanted to retrench some of their workers, and says my name was boldly written, I protested because that was my only source of income then, and I am also a family man, I did all I could even wrote letter to the head office in Lagos but all to no avail. Then I thought of a better idea which was the worst I ever did, my brother who claim to be my best friend and savior in disguise stepped in, then I ran to him and told him everything that’s going on, at first he doesn’t know anything about the job but he has been having grudges on me concerning it so I thought we have passed that stage and we are now united in one blood, after all will he be so concerned about a job less than 10k per month? So my instinct tells me, then when he ask some few questions about the company I told him all he needs to know and we went there together, but the supervisor was not around so we left, only for me to go back the following week to receive the shock of my life, my supervisor said even your own blood has worked against you because he ask me to finally sack you and replace you with another person � I was so mad, then he called and said I have done what I seem right wow I said is that the best you can do? And he said yes, then I tried fighting back to reclaim what was lost but all to no avail. God is not a man that he should lie , neither is he a man that should repent, has he said a thing and he will not bring it to pass? He did that to shoot me from the reins of poverty, how can I hold a job of less than 10k so dearly? Now that same person that call himself a blood is under my feet. What goes around comes around I own no grudges against him or anybody, but it’s even better to trust an harlot who tells you she is hiv negative than to trust a blood brother who end up stabbing you so bad not at your back, but at your front... my sweet lesson is never trust anyone not even a blood brother or sister they hate you more than you could ever imagine. Do you believe my entire house hold supported the move he took? Now they all look at me from the ground were I left them to die with the inconsistent salary. God help us all. Never ever trust anyone. Believe only in the Lord your God .