28/07/2025
TROUBLE + TROUBLE
THE END.
The next morning, the sky was calm. A gentle breeze blew over the village, carrying with it the scent of hope and new beginnings. Inside their luxurious mansion, Ngozi stood in front of her full-length mirror, slowly tying her royal blue headscarf to match her lace gown. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled, and her heart was full of joy.
Okechukwu came into the room, dressed in a richly embroidered white senator outfit. “Are you ready, my love?” he asked, lifting their son Nkubi into his arms.
Ngozi smiled and turned to him. “More than ready.”
Outside, the black SUV was already waiting by the front gate, engine running. Okechukwu’s driver, dressed neatly in black and gold uniform, stepped out, opened the back door, and stood at attention.
“Madam, sir… good morning,” he greeted respectfully.
Okechukwu nodded and helped Ngozi into the car first. Then he entered with their son. The driver closed the door gently, went back behind the wheel, and they began the journey to Ngozi’s family house.
As they drove through the village, children ran after the SUV, waving and shouting, “See Ngozi! See her fine car! Na her husband be that rich man we dey hear about!”
Some women stood outside their shops and covered their mouths in shock. “Wait—wait—na that Ngozi? The one wey we dey call ‘Ugly Ngozi’? Ehn? See as she fine now! See her lace! See her skin! See her car!”
Men paused their conversations. Even elderly women came out from their kitchens just to watch the beautiful black SUV glide by like royalty.
The car pulled into her father’s compound slowly. Okechukwu’s driver parked perfectly under the big mango tree.
Okechukwu stepped out first with Nkubi in his arms. He walked into the compound to greet Ngozi’s father, who was already standing at the door with a wide smile.
“Papa, mama” Okechukwu greeted, bowing slightly.
“My son… you have made this family proud,” the old man said with tears of joy. “Welcome home.”
As they spoke, Ngozi stepped out of the car.
She paused.
She didn’t walk into the compound yet. She stood outside there house compound, in full view of the road, where villagers could see her clearly.
She looked around—at the very road she used to pass when people mocked her, at the houses where gossip once started, at the compound where tears once fell from her eyes.
She took a deep breath and then spoke boldly.
“I want the whole world to hear me today,” she said, raising her voice so even the farthest ear could hear.
“You all once called me ugly. You said no man would ever love me. You said I married a poor man because I had no value.”
She pointed toward the SUV with her freshly painted nails.
“Look at me now! I am married to the richest man in this land! I live in peace, not in gossip. I wear glory, not shame. I am the same Ngozi you all laughed at—yes, me!”
She turned slowly, eyes fierce and proud.
“So, to every girl out there—don’t let people’s words define you. Let your life speak. Let your patience and loyalty tell your story. And to those who mocked me—if you truly think you are more beautiful than me, show me your husband… show me your peace… show me your happiness.”
A loud murmur went through the street. Some clapped. Some covered their faces in shame. Others nodded silently.
Ngozi turned and walked gracefully into her father’s compound where her husband and family were waiting.
They were received with joy. Songs of celebration filled the air. The old women ululated. Children danced. Her father brought out drinks and kola nuts. He lifted Nkubi and said, “This child shall grow and do greater things than his father.”
As they drove back home later in the evening, the road was lined with villagers waving and smiling. Okechukwu held Ngozi’s hand in the backseat.
“You deserve this moment,” he said gently.
Ngozi smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for loving me… even when the world didn’t.”
That night, they sat on their upstairs balcony, watching the stars as Nkubi slept in his room.
MORAL LESSON:
Beauty is not always in the face; sometimes, it is in the heart that forgives, in the patience that endures, and in the love that never gives up. Never look down on anyone today—because tomorrow might shock you. And to every woman out there: your worth is not measured by public opinion. Your time will come. Shine when it does.
The End...
Written By Keeping it up with Nurse Amarachi
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