In the dim lighting of a hotel room somewhere in Nigeria’s capital, two women lunge at each other: slaps, shouts, sobs echoing off tiled walls.
One is visibly older, her voice steeped in bitterness. The other, younger, teary-eyed, was on her knees. Between them stands a man, silent, helpless, unsure which side to hold.
“She’s my daughter,” the older woman yells, her hands raised not to embrace, but to strike. “She wants to take the man I love.”
The daughter’s response is buried under tears. “Mummy, please… I didn’t mean to”
But the blows came anyway.
This wasn’t Nollywood. This wasn’t fiction. This was reality, captured by a guest in the adjacent room who, unable to sleep through the din, began recording.
What was captured was not merely scandalous. It was soul-crushing: a mother and daughter, ravished by the same man.
By the next day, the video had gone viral. Nigerians across platforms were stunned, confused, and angered. Was this real? Could a mother truly attack her daughter over a romantic partner? Was this desperation, mental illness, or simply the twisted shape of love in a society increasingly consumed by transactional relationships?
Some speculated it was not a biological relationship but a “business”, a term that has become code for female sex workers who present as familial units to protect each other in brothel-like environments.
Others insisted it was genuine. Either way, the public consensus settled on one unsettling truth: whatever the nature of their bond, it had been violently severed in full view of the world.
The man at the centre of the fracas remains faceless, nameless, and silent.
