Love, Differently.

There are a thousand and one stories out there about unconditional loving: mother and child, child and parent, man and woman (I have left out the possible qualifications of this particular one as it can run into tens), etc. I want to talk about one between a certain man and his nephew.

This man loved his nephew so much that every time I remember their often untold story, I see new lessons on living and loving.

Our man lost his brother in the strangest circumstance (one to be described better someday), and so without consulting his other siblings or seeking their aged parents’ approval, he took in his late brother’s son — his nephew. Rumour had it that this man used his brother for money ritual so this was his “responsibility” — but we know people will say anything, anyway.

You see this man was actually stupendously rich. He got lands, cars, institutions, conglomerates, businesses, Estates…

This man took his nephew everywhere he went and gave him the best education in and out of the classroom, especially in business. His nephew started building an empire of his own, and by 30, he was made: he owned every single business type his uncle owned, only on a marginally smaller scale. But they still lived together.

Of course there were friends, and women that came with being so wealthy, young and single at the same time. Unsolicited counsel flew above his head and through his ears from all directions; but, as they say, the thing an elder sees sitting, a child cannot see it from atop the Great Chinese Wall.

So the man said, “we both have businesses home and abroad and in the same sectors. Instead of unnecessarily competing with each other, choose one market, and I’ll move all my businesses out of that market for you”.

Everything in his nephew’s MBA class came rushing back: market indices, population, growth index, Foreign Direct Investments, political stability and influence, border regulations, FX regime, insurgency, and even the senate’s disposition to business policies. He did his homework — how best to show value for (or show-off) the huge educational investment and business acumen gathered over the years?

Nephew went with Inner Nephew.

So he chose everything that was good. After all, this uncle had had a good life, enjoyed everything good and he felt it was his turn to take over. His uncle was in his final days anyway. Fair argument would be that he assumed that his uncle could trust his children to help rebuild his empire; but nephew is well aware that uncle had no children.

So nephew left, for “the abroad”.

Shattered and broken but with a “what’s life without a new challenge at old age?” resolve, this man got up to build a road-map to sustain and regrow his empire. It was the toughest thing considering the entire situation: inadequate local productions, bans on importation, FX not accessible and FDIs drying up, security of lives and property uncertain, and the worst of them all was the skyrocketing cost of staying in business. Salaries had to be paid; the challenges of epileptic power, haulage & transportation, preservation and an all-time low purchasing power were rapidly leading to a drastic decline in demand.

But he kept at it. You can strip a king of his throne and wealth, but if he’s been a good man, his influence still remains.

Then war broke out. Our man, the nephew had evaluated everything about his destination country so well… except the possible winner of the next general elections. Actually, there was no way he could have seen it coming. No one did. Not even his uncle for all his global influence. This new president formed an alliance with four neighbouring presidents, broke out of today’s equivalent of NATO, citing huge taxes and tariffs and no actual security benefits of membership. So for relevance in the region, and for a contended invasion, this new alliance of four countries went to war with “NATO”.

They lost. And then there was a colonisation. There was plundering. There were hostile takeovers of businesses, and sovereignty was gone with the wind. Brother nephew was at ground zero, and didn’t even need planes crashing into twin towers to get there.

The catastrophe was televised. This man knew his nephew was a dead man walking. He had to do something, and fast. Galvanising what was left of his political goodwill and influence by hiring three hundred and eighteen (318) of the world’s strongest and most renowned constitutional lawyers, negotiators and diplomats, he approached international courts and tribunals to challenge and annul the ‘colonisation’. It was pretty intense stuff, but he had only one goal: at least overturn the situation of his nephew’s country, even if not for all four.

He reached this goal.

This man went after an entire coalition of countries for his nephew, and got him back. He didn’t have to, considering it cost him every penny of the meagre resources that his nephew left him with. He didn’t have to because his nephew chose with his eyes wide open and as a man, should bear the consequences of his decisions.

But he did, because love wins.

This is a rather different kind of love story. A forgiving, unconditional kind of love.

Our man was Father Abraham. Our nephew was Brother Lot. And our story is from Genesis 13 & 14.