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08/01/2025

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07/13/2025

SUMMARY OF MY ADAOBI 👩‍❤️‍👨

“Where Are They Now?”

1. ADAOBI -The Girl Who Lit the Fire

A year after Governor Orakwe’s fall, Adaobi was named one of the Top 100 Most Influential Women in Nigeria. She now runs a nonprofit called “Voices of the Soil”, helping rural girls get access to education, digital skills, and legal protection.

Her story is taught in schools. She speaks at international youth summits. But two months, she and her mother returns to Village to visit her father’s compound, greet the people of ANULU and walk barefoot by the stream.

And yes—she’s still very much in love with Quincy (Breny).

2. QUINCY (BRENY)

After helping expose the corruption in Anulu, Quincy decided to stay in the village longer than expected. He now co-runs a community tech hub with Simi, helping young minds tell their stories through film, blogs, and social media.

He also wrote a bestselling memoir titled “My Adaobi”, which was later adapted into a short film.

And above all….. He also proposed to Adaobi at the place where he first held Adaobi’s hand.

GUESS WHAT?

Wedding loading…….. ADAOBI said yes!!!!!!!!!

3. PRINCESS (The Little Fighter)

Princess is now 8 and wiser than her age. She was recently given a National Child Hero Award for her courage and resilience.

She still loves to dance. And sing. And sometimes, she dreams of being a lawyer like the ones she saw standing up for Adaobi at the court.

She still calls Adaobi “my real-life queen.

4. BODE & OLAMIDE

After their bravery in defending the village, Bode set up a special security force, helping protect farmers from land grabbers.

OLAMIDE on the other hand, became a folk hero. He’s now a youth leader, known for his no-nonsense attitude and his new nickname—“The Village Shield.”

He also found love… with SIMI.

Yes, I know you are surprised just like I was 😆 😝

5. GOVERNOR ORAKWE

Currently in Kuje Prison, awaiting his final sentence.

He tried to run. He tried to silence.

But in the end… it was one village girl’s voice that broke his empire.

He has not been heard from since then.

7. 🌺 TRIBUTE TO JANET 🌺

Written by Quincy, Adaobi & the Team.

🕊 FROM ADAOBI:

“There were days I couldn’t forgive her.
But forgiveness isn’t forgetting.
It’s setting yourself free.
Janet helped save us.
And for that… I honor her memory.

🕊 FROM QUINCY (BRENY):

“I knew Janet before the chaos. She was my bestie and more.
She smiled with her whole heart once.

Janet was not a villain.

She was a victim who became a weapon.
Used, Manipulated, Twisted by men who made promises with power, and fed her wounds with lies. But when the moment came to choose…

She chose to break the chain.

Janet didn’t just testify.
She didn’t just hand over secrets.

She risked everything to save my little Princess.
She stood between a gun and a child she didn’t give birth to………She chose us.

And for that, I will never forget her.

🕊 FROM SIMI & OLAMIDE:

“She helped bring down a system.
Not with a gun.
But with courage… and truth.
R.I.P Janet. (Forever a Hero)

🕊 FROM BODE:

“Janet’s past was complicated.
But in the end, she stood for the right thing.
And that’s how I’ll remember her.”

FAREWELL JANET

You were more than a mistake.
You were a mirror of this broken world.
But even cracked mirrors reflect light.

Rest on…….Not as the girl who betrayed us.

But as the woman who chose redemption.

🕯️ Forever remembered. Forever forgiven.

FINAL NOTE FROM ADAOBI

“To every girl with shaking hands but a loud heart…Speak! Because the world doesn’t change by silence. It changes with your voice.”

07/08/2025

MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 30 (THE GRAND FINALE) 📚

ABUJA – SPECIAL TRIBUNAL COURTROOM
TWO WEEKS LATER

The courtroom was packed.

Lawyers. Reporters. Activists. Villagers from Anulu. Everyone waited—breath held, eyes fixed on the young woman walking to the witness stand.

Adaobi.

She wore white. Simple. Unshaken.

As she stood before the tribunal, you could feel it—the weight of generations behind her. The truth trembling on her lips.

“My father go missing till date because of silence,” she said, voice steady. “And nearly lost my mother to the same cruelty.”

She held up the final set of documents—those they had uncovered beneath the shrine floor.

“These are not just papers. They’re proof. Proof that Governor Orakwe embezzled millions. Proof that he ordered illegal land seizures to cover his sin. And above all, the fact that he was willing to kill because i refused to get married to “him” a man older than my father……..

Murmurs spread through the court.

Cameras clicked.

The lead judge looked down at the evidence. Then back at Orakwe—now seated on the defense bench in a plain grey suit, no longer powerful.

Orakwe’s jaw tightened.

But Adaobi… Adaobi stood tall.

“I’m not here to beg,” she added. “I’m here so no girl after me has to bleed for telling the truth.”

The silence after that was louder than a thousand cheers.

Justice was already shifting in the air.

OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM

Crowds waited.

Princess clutched my hand. “Is Aunty going to win?”

I knelt beside her. “She already did, my little queen.”

Adaobi walked out of the court building to a sea of applause.

Olamide hugged her. Simi livestreamed. Bode nodded with pride.

Her mother stepped forward, tears in her eyes, and embraced her daughter fully—like she hadn’t in years.

“You’ve done more than enough, Ada,” she whispered. “Your father would be so sorry and at same time, proud of you wherever he is today.”

THREE DAYS LATER – NATIONAL NEWS BROADCAST

“…Governor Orakwe has been officially removed from office and placed under federal custody. Investigations continue into his accomplices and buried scandals. The presidential task force applauds the courage of Miss Adaobi Nkem and the youth of Anulu…”

We were at the compound when we saw it.

Everyone cheered.

Princess did a little dance.

Adaobi just smiled and quietly walked outside.

I followed her.

She sat on the old stone bench where her father used to sit.

I joined her.

“You did it,” I said softly.

She shook her head. “We did.”

A pause.

Then I said the one thing I’d been holding back.

“I love you, Adaobi.”

She turned, eyes wide. Then soft.

“I know,” she whispered. “I love you too, Quincy. I just… needed to fight for our love and for our people first.”

“And now?”

She leaned into me.

“Now I want to live.”

ONE MONTH LATER – ANULU VILLAGE SQUARE

The once-quiet square now buzzed with joy.

A new health center had opened—sponsored by donations from across the country. Young women had started a radio program, inspired by Adaobi’s voice. Scholarships poured in. A new Chief was elected—one who listened.

And in the center of it all—a statue of a young girl raising a lantern now stood.

Not of Adaobi—but of every girl who dared to speak up.

A plaque below read:

“Truth may be buried… but it always finds the sun.”

SUNSET

On the same hill where it all began, Adaobi, Princess, and I sat watching the horizon.

The sun dipped low, casting gold across the red earth.

No sirens. No danger.

Just peace.

Adaobi leaned on my shoulder.

“I think… I’m ready to write our story,” she said.

I smiled.

“You already did.”

THE END

Thank you for walking this journey with us—from love, loss, betrayal… to courage and truth.

Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

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07/04/2025

MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 29 📚
Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

The air was quiet—but none of us could sleep.

Not after the truth we had just unleashed.

Adaobi sat cross-legged on a mat, staring at the brown envelope—now open, its contents scanned and posted across every major platform.

Beside her, Princess slept peacefully, unaware of the storm raging outside.

I walked over and sat next to Adaobi.

“You okay?” I asked.

She didn’t look up. “I feel like a hundred voices are screaming inside me… but the world’s finally listening.”

I placed a hand over hers. “You made them listen.”

A soft smile tugged at her lips.

But just then—Simi rushed into the room, holding her phone up.

“You guys need to see this.”

On the screen: a live broadcast.
A government official stood behind a podium, flanked by men in suits.

“The presidency has officially ordered the immediate suspension of Governor Orakwe,” he said.
“There will be an emergency investigation. We urge all whistleblowers to step forward…”

We all stared.

No one moved.

Then Adaobi’s mother—still weak, but standing—began to clap.

Slow.

Proud.

Unbreakable.

And soon, we all joined in.

Tears rolled down Adaobi’s cheeks.

For the first time in years… the fear had started to break.

But even in that joy, we knew—it wasn’t over.

Not yet.

Because monsters don’t fade quietly.

SAME TIME — ROAD OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE

Three black jeeps rolled to a stop. The doors opened in sync.

Governor Orakwe stepped out, calm but dangerous.

Beside him, the man with dark glasses—silent, efficient—spoke into a radio.

“The girl has gone national. We can’t stop the video. But we can silence her voice.”

Orakwe said nothing.

Then he looked up at the stars.

“Every fire burns out eventually… All it needs is the right amount of fear.”

He turned to his men.

“Find her. Bring her to me alive.”

A cruel smile curved his lips.

“And burn everything else.”

DAWN — SAFEHOUSE COMPOUND

A knock at the back door jolted us.

Olamide raised his machete. Bode cocked his pistol.

“Who is it?” I barked.

“It’s Chuka,” a voice replied. “From the Anulu council!”

Adaobi ran to the door. She knew the name.

Chuka stepped in—sweating, panting.

“They’ve arrested Chief Ezegwu,” he said. “He tried to protect the shrine records. Soldiers stormed his house.”

Adaobi’s face fell.

“They’re destroying everything connected to the truth,” Chuka added.

“And they’re looking for you.”

Adaobi clenched her fists. “Then we won’t hide anymore.”

Everyone turned to her.

“What do you mean?” her mother asked.

“I mean,” Adaobi said, walking to the center of the room, “we go to the city. To Abuja. We speak in person.”

I blinked. “You want to face the Task Force?”

“No,” she replied. “I want to face the people. Live. At the Unity Square.”

Simi gasped. “That’s… that’s national ground. The whole country will be watching.”

Adaobi turned to me.

“We said we wanted justice. Let’s finish what we started.”

NEXT DAY — JOURNEY TO ABUJA

We packed everything. Simi’s tech gear. The documents. A tiny bag for Princess. And courage we didn’t even know we had.

The roads were rough. But the skies… they were clear.

As we drove, people recognized Adaobi.

At petrol stations. At checkpoints.

Some took photos.

Some cried.

Some whispered:

“She’s the one who stood up to him.”

By the time we reached Abuja, her name was already on the lips of thousands.

UNITY SQUARE – EVENING

The open grounds were filled with journalists, students, lawyers, activists—people who had seen the livestream… and believed.

A stage had been set up. A banner stretched across it:

“Voice of the Village: A Call for Truth.”

Adaobi stepped up.

Microphone in hand.

The crowd hushed.

Even the wind seemed to pause.

She spoke slowly. Clearly.

“I’m not a politician. I’m not a celebrity. I’m just a girl from a small village who was tired of watching people suffer.”

Cheers erupted. But she raised a hand to calm them.

She continued.

“I lost friends. I almost lost my mother. I lost my childhood to fear. But I didn’t lose hope.”

I felt my chest tighten.

Because this… this was history.

“My name is Adaobi,” she said. “And I will not be silent.”

The crowd roared.

News cameras flashed.

And somewhere far away… Orakwe watched.

His hand trembled.

For the first time… he looked afraid.

LATER THAT NIGHT – UNKNOWN LOCATION

Inside a dim warehouse, Chief Ezegwu sat tied to a chair.

Bruised, bitter… but not broken.

Governor Orakwe stood before him.

“You had one job,” he spat.

He looked up, blood on his lip.

“I warned you,” he said. “You don’t beat the truth by stabbing it. You just make it bleed louder.”

He slapped him.

He smiled.

“You’re finished,” he whispered.

He turned away, boiling.

To his men: “End him.”

But as they reached for him

BOOM!

The doors burst open.

SWAT.

They poured in with helmets and orders.

“DROP YOUR WEAPONS! HANDS ON THE GROUND!”

Ezegwu’s eyes widened.

“Looks like someone finally heard us,” he whispered.

LAST SCENE — BACK IN THE VILLAGE

The sun rose gently over Anulu.

Children ran through the fields.

Women laughed in the market.

And in front of her father’s compound, Adaobi stood with me—hand in hand.

“Your patents would be proud,” I said.

She turned, teary-eyed.

“So would yours.”

We both looked at Princess playing nearby—free, safe, happy.

Not everything was perfect.

But it was healing.

And sometimes… that’s enough.

TO BE CONTINUED……….

EPISODE 30 (The Final Chapter)
The final storm is near. Will Adaobi get the justice she’s fought for? Will love survive what comes next?

Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

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06/26/2025

MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 28 📚

THE SAFE HOUSE – EARLY MORNING

We barely slept.

Janet was gone.
A ruthless enemy was watching.
And somewhere, hidden in the past… was the key to everything.

Adaobi’s mother—still recovering—sat upright for the first time in days. Her voice was weak, but determined.

“There’s a brown envelope,” she said. “I hid it ten years ago… in the village shrine.”

“The shrine?” Simi gasped. “The one nobody goes near?”

“Yes,” her mother replied. “Because they cursed it after I stopped your father from accepting their offer to be one of their caucus. But it’s the only place Orakwe would never check.”

Bode stood. “Then that’s where we’re going.”

Olamide shook his head. “They’ll be watching Anulu closely. We need to move smart.”

I looked at Adaobi. Her eyes—fierce, fearless—met mine.

“We go tonight,” she said. “And we finish what our fathers started.

THAT NIGHT……ROAD TO ANULU

We disguised ourselves as traders—hooded, dusty, faces hidden behind wrappers.

Olamide drove an old Peugeot van. Bode sat in front, rifle hidden under a basket of yams. I sat at the back with Adaobi and Simi, who clutched her laptop like a child holds a teddy bear.

As we crossed the village border, my heart pounded.

Would they recognize us?

Would we make it back?

But to our surprise… Anulu was quiet.

Too quiet.

THE SHRINE – 2:04 AM

The village shrine was covered in vines, ashes, and warnings painted in red clay.

“WHO ENTERS SHALL BE LOST.”

“Perfect place to hide something,” Bode muttered, pulling out a flashlight.

Inside, it smelled like earth and forgotten memories.

We moved slowly, scanning the walls, lifting broken pots, digging around the roots of the central iroko tree.

Then—Adaobi gasped.

Her fingers brushed something under a stone.

She pulled out a weather-worn brown envelope.

Inside—photos. Documents. Receipts.

Proof of illegal oil deals, land grabs, and secret military orders.

And at the bottom… a signed confession.

Orakwe’s signature.

Simi held it up, stunned. “This… this is enough to destroy him.”

Adaobi’s hands trembled as she stared at the papers.

But just then—a rustle.

Outside.

Bode peeked through a crack.

“They’re here,” he whispered. “Three jeeps. Armed.”

Adaobi stuffed the papers under her wrapper. “We need to go. Now.”

But before we could move—

A loudspeaker crackled from outside the shrine.

A cold, mocking voice.

“Adaobi. Adaobi. Adaobi.”

Orakwe.

“You’re brave,” he said, “I’ll give you that. But you’re forgetting something…”

He paused.

“…Villages have no witnesses.”

Gunfire shattered the silence.

We hit the ground.

“Trap door!” Adaobi’s mother shouted, dragging aside an old mat to reveal a hole in the floor.

“This leads to the riverbank,” she said. “Run!

THE ESCAPE – THROUGH THE SHRINE’S SECRET TUNNEL

We crawled through the narrow passage, the sound of boots and shouting echoing above us.

Dirt filled our lungs. Every breath was a struggle. But we didn’t stop.

We burst out near the riverbank.

A small boat, hidden in the grass, waited.

We jumped in.

Bode pushed it off.

As we floated down the river, Adaobi clutched the envelope tightly.

Then—her phone buzzed.

A blocked number.

She answered, hands shaking.

Orakwe’s voice.

“You can run, Adaobi. But you’ll never win.”

She replied, voice steady.

“I already have. You just don’t know it yet.”

He laughed. “You think your truth scares me? My truth built this country.”

She paused, then said:

“Then get ready to watch it burn.

She ended the call.

LATER THAT NIGHT – UNDERGROUND MEDIA HUB, ABUJA

Simi and Olamide connected the documents to a national broadcast signal. Bode stood guard at the door. I held Princess, asleep in my arms.

Adaobi stepped forward.

She faced the camera.

No fear.

No filter.

Just fire.

“This is not just about me anymore,” she said.
“This is about every child who was silenced. Every mother who lost her land. Every voice that was erased by men who thought they were gods.”

“Today… we unmask them.”

She held up Orakwe’s signed confession.

“You can kill a person,” she said. “But you can’t kill a truth that’s ready to rise.”

She nodded to Simi.

Broadcast—LIVE.

Within minutes, social media exploded.

News outlets picked it up.

began trending across the country.

MEANWHILE – ORAKWE’S PRIVATE OFFICE

Orakwe smashed the glass table with his fist.

“She just signed her death warrant,” he hissed.

His guards waited silently.

He pointed to one of them.

“Bring her here. Now. I don’t care who dies in the process.

SOMEWHERE NEAR THE RIVER – A DARK VEHICLE

A black van cruised silently toward the edge of the forest.

Inside, a camera zoomed in on Adaobi’s livestream.

A voice in the darkness whispered:

“She’s become a spark.”

Another voice replied:

“Then we drown the flame.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

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06/15/2025

MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 27 📚
Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

3 DAYS LATER – SECRET LOCATION, ABUJA

We thought we were safe.

Tucked away in a government safe house, protected by federal agents and 24-hour surveillance.

But peace?
Peace had become a luxury we couldn’t afford.

Adaobi sat by the window, staring into the sunset. Her shoulders were tense. Her eyes tired.
Princess lay on her lap, asleep, fingers wrapped gently around her older brother’s hand.

I sat across the room with Olamide, Bode, and Simi—going over the files Janet had delivered before her disappearance.

Something was off.

“These documents…” Simi said, adjusting her glasses. “They go way beyond the governor.”

She flipped her laptop around to show us a map—red pins marked major land acquisitions across the country.

“Oil blocks. Farmland. Entire schools. All linked to ghost companies.”

“And they all trace back to… what?” I asked.

Simi zoomed in.

A single name.

Orakwe Holdings.

“I’ve seen that name before,” Bode muttered. “They’ve been buying up land in Anambra, Kogi, even parts of Bayelsa.”

Olamide’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t just corruption. This is organized. Strategic. National.”

And then it happened.

BOOM.

Lights out.

The room plunged into darkness.

Princess jolted awake. Adaobi held her tightly. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

From outside, a voice crackled through the security intercom.

“Your protection has expired. Time to pay for your noise.”

Gunshots.

Not one.

Not two.

Many.

Simi screamed. I pulled her to cover. Olamide grabbed his shortwave radio, calling in backup.

But the line… was dead.

“They cut communications,” he said grimly.

I turned to Bode.

“You think this is them?”

Bode’s eyes narrowed. “No doubt. And they’re not here to threaten. They’re here to finish it.”

We moved fast.

A federal agent—one of the few left—unlocked the floor hatch under the building.

“You’ve got 60 seconds before they breach the door,” he said, handing Olamide a flashlight.

We all dropped into the narrow, dirt tunnel—Princess on Adaobi’s back, Simi carrying her laptop like it was a child.

The agent looked down at us.

“For what it’s worth… you inspired us.”

Then he slammed the hatch shut.

The gunfire above intensified.

And all we could do was crawl forward into darkness.

45 MINUTES LATER

We emerged in the outskirts of Abuja, covered in dirt, breathing hard.

“This is insane,” Simi gasped. “They’re literally hunting us.”

“But why now?” Adaobi asked. “We already exposed the governor.”

I turned to her.

“Because now… you’re more than just a victim. You’ve become a symbol.”

Olamide’s phone beeped.

A new message.

He opened it—and his face went pale.

“It’s Janet.”

“What?” I asked.

He handed me the phone.

“They took me. I escaped. I know who’s behind it all.
Meet me at the old train station at midnight. Come alone.
Orakwe is watching everyone else.”

I looked at the time.

11:27 PM.

THE OLD TRAIN STATION – 12:02 AM

I arrived alone, as instructed.

Dark. Abandoned. The only light flickered from a rusted lantern hanging near the broken tracks.

Then… footsteps.

Janet stepped out.

She looked rough—bruised, limping, but alive.

“I was right,” she whispered. “It was never just the governor. Orakwe is the puppet master.”

“Who is he?”

She looked around nervously.

“He used to be a friend of your father’s. A former security chief turned oil tycoon. But he fell into darkness. Greed. Power.”

“And why Adaobi?”

“Because her mother has something,” she said, trembling. “Something he buried long ago. A document. Proof of how it all started.”

Before I could ask more—

A red laser dot appeared on Janet’s chest.

“No—JANET!”

PFFT.

The silenced shot hit her square in the back.

She fell into my arms.

Gasping.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

And just like that…

Janet was gone.

I looked up—but the shooter had vanished into the night.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Adaobi cried silently when I returned.

Not just for Janet… but for the darkness closing in again.

I held her tightly.

And whispered, “We end this. We bring it all to light.”

Adaobi nodded through her tears. “Then we need to find my mother’s file. Before they do.”

FAR AWAY – UNKNOWN OFFICE

A man sat behind a desk.

A cigar in his mouth.

A face calm. Calculating.

Orakwe.

He watched the news replay Adaobi’s speech.

“She’s louder than I thought,” he muttered.

Beside him… a new enforcer stepped forward.

“You want me to silence her?” the man asked.

Orakwe smiled coldly.

“No. Not yet. Let her scream.
Let her think she’s winning.”

He leaned forward.

“Because when I break her… I want the whole world watching.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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06/05/2025

MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 26 📚
Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

NIGHTFALL – ANULU VILLAGE

The celebration carried long into the night.

Fires lit the sky—not from destruction this time, but from drums, dancing, and a burning hope that justice had finally come home.

Children played under lanterns. Women sang freedom songs their mothers once whispered in fear. Men lifted palm wine in toast to a village that refused to die.

But behind it all… we felt it.

A shadow.

Something watching.

Something waiting.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Simi sat at her laptop, typing furiously.

Bode leaned by the window, ever alert, his eyes scanning the tree line beyond the compound wall.

Olamide was downstairs, coordinating with federal agents.

And Adaobi?

She sat outside on the porch, staring at the stars.

Breny (Quincy) joined her, wrapping my arms around her gently.

“You should be resting,” I whispered.

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “How can I rest when I don’t know what’s coming next?”

I kissed her forehead. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Suddenly, Simi called out.

“Guys… you need to see this.”

We rushed inside.

On her screen was an anonymous message. A video.

Simi hesitated, then clicked play.

The screen flickered.

A dark room. A face covered with a traditional masquerade mask.

And a deep, chilling voice:

“You think this ends with a suspension?
You think the Governor was the true monster?
My name is not important.
But the blood that built this system runs deeper than you imagine.
Anulu will fall.
And Adaobi and Breny… will fall with it.”

The screen went black.

Silence gripped the room.

“Was that a threat… or a prophecy?” Bode asked.

But before we could respond~

BOOM!

A blast shook the compound.

Dust and screams filled the air.

Federal agents scrambled.

Simi fell from her chair, clutching her laptop.

I grabbed Adaobi and pulled her to the ground.

“Get down!”

Another explosion ripped through the front gate.

Smoke. Fire. Shadows in the trees.

We were under attack.

Gunfire erupted.

But these weren’t local thugs.

These were trained. Precise. Fast.

“Who the hell are these people?!” Olamide shouted, dragging Simi behind cover.

Adaobi’s mother was rushed to a protected bunker by agents.

Bode and I took cover near the hallway, returning fire as we could.

“This isn’t about power anymore,” I said through gritted teeth. “They’re trying to erase the her story”

Simi crawled over and tossed us a flash drive. “This has everything. If I don’t make it—get it to the national media.”

“You’re not dying tonight,” Adaobi said fiercely, pulling her behind a cabinet. “Nobody is.”

Then a loud scream came from upstairs.

Princess.

I didn’t think—I just ran.

Bullets whizzed past me as I dashed up the staircase two steps at a time.

I kicked open the door—

A masked man stood with Princess in his arms.

“Drop her!” I roared.

He turned to me slowly, gun to her head.

“Give us Adaobi,” he said calmly. “And this child lives.”

I froze.

Princess whimpered. “Brother…”

“Don’t do this,” I said. “She’s just a child.”

“She’s leverage,” he replied. “And you’re wasting time.”

Suddenly—

WHAM!

From behind, Adaobi swung a heavy wooden stool into the man’s back.

Princess dropped safely into my arms as he collapsed.

Adaobi looked at me, breathing hard. “No more running.”

We carried Princess downstairs just as federal reinforcements arrived—airborne this time. Flashlights beamed from above. Sirens roared.

The masked men scattered into the forest, vanishing like ghosts.

But they left a message painted on the compound gate in red:

“SHE DIES NEXT.”

Adaobi stared at the words.

Her hands trembled.

But she didn’t cry.

She just said, “Then let them come. Because I’m not hiding again.”

THE NEXT DAY – SECRET PRESS CONFERENCE

Adaobi stood in front of dozens of microphones.

Flanked by national reporters.

The President’s representative stood beside her.

And the entire country watched.

“This is bigger than a village,” she said. “It’s bigger than me. It’s about a system that believes the poor can be bought, silenced, or burned. We are saying no more. I will not stop until every shadow is brought into the light.”

Cheers erupted.

The President’s rep took the podium.

“Adaobi Ezenwa will now be placed under national protection. And a nationwide investigation into this corrupt network has begun. We are declaring them enemies of the people.”

Justice… was rising.

But somewhere out there, in the dark belly of power…

The real architect of this evil watched the broadcast.

He turned to a group of silent figures in suits.

“All pieces are in place,” he said.

“Now, we take the heart.”

And on the table before him—

A photo of Adaobi.

With a red X across her chest.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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MY ADAOBI 💑
A Village Story, Full of Love and Adventure.

📚 EPISODE 25 📚
Written by: Mr. Ezy (BRENY TV)

BRENY’S V.O (Quincy)

The fires were still smoldering.

Charred buildings. Cracked windows. Ash floating like cursed snow.

But the people—our people—were standing.

No longer silent.

No longer afraid.

Adaobi stepped onto the raised platform in the center of the village square. What was once a podium for the corrupt town hall had now become a pulpit for justice.

Microphones were set.

Cameras rolled.

Federal agents flanked the area, and the press lined up, their flashes capturing every tear, every bruise, every truth that could no longer be buried.

I stood beside her.

And in the crowd, our fathers, mothers, and elders watched, wounded—but proud.

“My name is Adaobi Ezenwa,” she said into the mic, her voice carrying like thunder across the village. “They tried to burn our homes. They tried to silence our children. But we are still here.”

Cheers erupted.

And just then, she pointed to the school building behind us—burnt, but still standing.

“That school… is where I learned to read. That clinic… is where my mother saved lives. These lands, these people… they are not for sale. We are not for sale.”

Federal agents handed a stack of documents to the media—signed testimonies, digital proof, maps of illegal land seizures.

The world was watching.

And then…

A black vehicle approached slowly from the far side of the square.

Everyone tensed.

Agents moved instantly.

Weapons weren’t drawn—but hands hovered near triggers.

The vehicle stopped.

Out stepped a young woman.

Janet.

She looked different—calmer. No longer hiding behind her fake charm. No longer sneering.

Just… broken.

Adaobi saw her and stepped forward.

“I came to help,” Janet said. “Not for Quincy. Not for you. For myself.”

The villagers murmured.

“I was used,” Janet continued. “Promised a better life if I distracted you. If I got close to the child. If I stayed silent.”

Her voice cracked.

“But I’m done. I’ve brought evidence. Real-time communication logs. Hidden accounts. He used us all. Even me.”

She handed a USB drive to the agents.

And walked into the crowd—quiet, no longer the center of drama.

Just another witness… trying to make things right.

That night, the governor finally broke his silence.

A national broadcast.

His face filled the screen, polished and proud, dressed in a fine suit.

“My people,” he began, voice calm. “What you are seeing is a smear campaign. A village girl and her friends stirring rebellion, backed by enemies of progress.”

We watched it in silence.

Until Olamide scoffed. “Lies.”

Then he leaned forward and spoke into our live camera feed.

“The people aren’t fools anymore. You stole their future, became so violent because a little girl, old enough to be your daughter has refused to marry you Mr Governor. Now they’re taking back their right.”

The livestream exploded again.

Thousands watching.

Millions reacting.

But the most important message came an hour later.

A direct call from the Presidency.

They were issuing a suspension of Governor Ubah pending full investigation.

And freezing his accounts.

The news hit like a wave across the nation.

In our village?

Fireworks.

Literal fireworks.

People danced. Sang.

Drums echoed through the night.

Mothers wept with joy.

Fathers raised their children into the air.

And Princess?

She hugged Adaobi and said, “You’re like a queen now.”

Adaobi smiled. “No, my baby. I’m just a girl who refused to bow.”

But in a hidden office somewhere far from the village…

A masked man watched all of it on a laptop.

He wasn’t the governor.

He wasn’t even in the government.

But his eyes burned.

He closed the screen, stood up, and said to someone in the shadows—

“They’ve removed the head of the snake. But they forgot about the tail.”

The figure stepped into the light…

A face we never expected.

And in his hand—

A file marked ADAOBI.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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