My father died before his late elder sister died. He was so close to his elder sister. My father trained her eldest son and opened a store for him. Everything was good. My father died and she was present at his burial with her children and we all buried my father in peace. When she died, I was in Lagos and could not attend her burial. My elder sister attended. Where she was married to is far away from her paternal home (my father's village). I spent over N2m to transport my father's people to her place for the burial ceremony. In our tradition, when a married woman dies, her children or her husband's people are supposed to give the people from her paternal home a live goat as their rite. During her marriage ceremony, a live goat was given to her husband's people as a part of tradition too. So it's expected that a live goat will be given back at her burial. That signifies a formal dissolving of their union. After sending such money for my father's kindred to attend the burial, there were no canopies or even food for them. My people left in anger. My sister was so disappointed. I called my cousin who my father trained to ask why that happened? "The thing we join us together don end. You send any money for burial?" I reminded him that he could not defy traditional rites and he should do the needful as the first son. He hung up on me. My people left. Few years later, 2 of his siblings have died in the most mysterious ways and his father also died not too long ago. These were people that I and my siblings were close to. But none of us attended their burials. Not even my kindred because according to them, they're owing them their traditional rites. My late father and his late sister are gone. But their children are no longer in good terms. May their souls continue to rest in peace. End.