Tales by the fire

04/04/2025

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29/03/2025

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

Part 4:

Ada stood outside the house that once sheltered her, the place where she had built dreams with Femi. Now, she was nothing but an outcast, thrown away like garbage. Her daughters clung to her, their little bodies shaking with fear and cold.

Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she looked up at the dark sky, her heart filled with pain and sorrow.

With her right hand raised, she spoke, her voice steady and filled with the weight of her suffering.

“Mama Olanrewaju, you and your daughters have mocked me, humiliated me, and stripped me of everything. I took your insults, your hatred, and your wickedness with patience, but today, I have nothing left to endure.

From this day forward, your daughters will marry, but they will never know peace in their husbands’ houses. They shall never hear the cry of a baby in their homes. The pain you have caused me, may it return to you a thousand times over.

As I leave this place empty-handed, so shall your daughters return to you, broken and in shame.”

A sudden wind blew, rustling the trees. Mama Olanrewaju and her daughters laughed from inside the house, unaware of the storm that was coming for them.

Years Later…

Time passed, and life moved on. Ada, though deeply wounded, refused to let pain consume her. She worked hard, raised her daughters with love, and slowly rebuilt her life. She never looked back, never asked about Femi, and never wished to return.

But in Mama Olanrewaju’s home, things began to change.
TO BE CONTINUED.

29/03/2025

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

Part 3:

sperate, Mama Olanrewaju and her daughters sought the help of a powerful babalawo (witch doctor).

"My son is blind because of this woman. I want him to see the truth," she told the babalawo.

The old man nodded and prepared a powerful charm—one that would turn Femi against the wife he once loved.

Within days, Femi began to change.

His once warm and loving eyes turned cold. He started finding faults in everything Ada did. He stopped eating her food. He began sleeping in a separate room. Then the beatings started.

At first, Ada thought it was stress, pressure from work. But soon, it became clear—this was no ordinary change.

"You are a useless woman!" Femi shouted one evening. "You gave me only daughters! What good are you?"

The words stabbed Ada’s heart like a knife. This was not her Femi. The man standing before her was someone else—a stranger.

The day came when Mama Olanrewaju decided it was time for Ada to leave.

With Femi’s sisters by her side, she barged into Ada’s room. "Pack your things and get out of this house!" she screamed.

"Mama, please…" Ada begged, holding her crying daughters close.

But Femi, under the influence of the charm, showed no mercy. He grabbed Ada by the arm and dragged her to the door. His sisters helped, throwing out her clothes, scattering them on the street.

Ada screamed, wept, pleaded. But her husband—the man who once vowed to love her forever—looked at her with disgust.

"You and your daughters are not wanted here. Leave!" he roared.

With nothing but the clothes on her back, Ada and her daughters were thrown out of the house, left to wander the streets empty-handed.

Fate Has Its Own Plans
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Ada suffered, but she never gave up. She took menial jobs, working tirelessly to feed her children. Slowly, she rebuilt her life.

TO BE CONTINUED.

29/03/2025

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

Part 1:

Femi, deeply in love with Ada, stood by her, refusing to let his mother’s hatred shake their marriage. They built a beautiful home together, and soon, Ada gave birth to their first child—a beautiful baby girl. Femi was overjoyed, but Mama Olanrewaju’s face darkened.

“Ada, you must give us a son,” she warned.

Years passed, and Ada gave birth to two more daughters. Each time, Femi rejoiced, showering his wife and daughters with love. But Mama Olanrewaju and her daughters—Femi’s sisters—were furious.

“This woman has bewitched our brother,” they whispered.

The pressure mounted. Mama Olanrewaju openly demanded that Femi take another wife—one who would give him a son to carry on the family name. His sisters joined in, making Ada’s life a living hell. They mocked her, insulted her, and spread rumors that she was cursed.

Yet, through it all, Ada remained calm, refusing to retaliate. And Femi? He stood firm.

“I married Ada for love, not for a son. My daughters are my pride, and I will never take another wife.”

His words sent shockwaves through the family. Mama Olanrewaju was enraged. How could her only son refuse to listen to her? How could he allow Ada, an "outsider," to ruin their lineage?

But no amount of pressure could shake Femi’s decision. His love for Ada was unbreakable.
TO BE CONTINUED.

29/03/2025

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29/03/2025

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

part 1:

Femi, a successful young architect from a Yoruba family, falls deeply in love with Ada, a kind-hearted Igbo woman who owns a thriving fashion business. Their love is pure and undeniable, but there is one obstacle—Femi’s mother, Mama Olanrewaju. She has always wanted her son to marry a Yoruba woman, and the idea of an Igbo daughter-in-law disgusts her.

Despite Femi’s insistence that Ada is the woman he wants to spend his life with, Mama Olanrewaju does everything in her power to break them apart. She spreads rumors, manipulates family members, and even tries to set Femi up with another woman. Ada, on the other hand, remains strong, enduring the pain and humiliation out of love for Femi.Femi and Ada’s love was strong enough to withstand tribal differences, but it wasn’t strong enough to soften Mama Olanrewaju’s heart. Despite her fierce disapproval, the couple went ahead and got married, believing that love would eventually win. But Mama Olanrewaju was not one to accept defeat.

She swore Ada would never know peace.

She moved into their home under the guise of "helping" them, but her real mission was to make Ada’s life miserable and turn Femi against her. She spread lies, caused misunderstandings, and created endless tension. But Ada, raised to respect her elders, never disrespected her mother-in-law, even in the face of cruelty.

Femi, caught between his mother and his wife, refused to let go of the woman he loved, standing by Ada’s side against all odds. Mama Olanrewaju’s schemes escalated to dangerous levels, but nothing worked. The love between Ada and Femi only grew stronger.

26/03/2025

THE WICKED STEPMOTHER'S PUNISHMENT:

part 5

When D**e shared this revelation with the council of elders, fear gripped them. Who would offer themselves to die? Would anyone be willing to sacrifice their life for the village?

But before they could decide, a voice rang through the gathering.

"Let it be me."

All heads turned. It was Chimamanda.

She stood there, her dark eyes no longer filled with the eerie glow of the spirit. For the first time, she looked human. Weak. Mortal.

“I have carried this curse long enough,” she whispered. “If my death will end this, then so be it.”

At midnight, the villagers gathered in the forbidden forest, where the deity’s shrine once stood. Chimamanda stepped forward, her body trembling, but her spirit unbroken. The village priest chanted the sacred words, calling upon the old god.

The earth rumbled. The wind howled. A dark mist rose from Chimamanda’s body, twisting and writhing as if in pain.

And then, with a final, ear-splitting scream, the spirit left her.

Chimamanda staggered, her breath shallow. She turned to look at the villagers, at the world she had once terrified.

Then, without warning, she collapsed.

The silence was deafening.

The villagers rushed forward, but it was too late. Chimamanda was gone.

The curse had been broken. The land was free. But the price had been paid in full.

26/03/2025

THE WICKED STEPMOTHER'S PUNISHMENT:
part 4

The village of Ulo nso had never known peace since the spirit of darkness took hold of Chimamanda. The air was always heavy, the winds carried whispers of the dead, and shadows stretched unnaturally in the night. Crops withered, newborns died mysteriously, and strange howls echoed through the village at odd hours.

The elders, afraid and confused, had tried everything—sacrifices, prayers, and even consulting powerful diviners from faraway lands. But nothing worked. The spirit that controlled Chimamanda was relentless, growing stronger each day.

Yet, what no one understood was why the spirit was punishing them.

Deep in the heart of the forest, where the trees were ancient and the ground untouched by men, there was an old shrine long forgotten by the people of Ulo nso. Decades ago, the villagers had angered a powerful deity when they destroyed its sacred grove to build their farmlands. They had been warned by the chief priest of that time, but they ignored him. In their greed, they sacrificed the old gods for progress.

As punishment, the deity placed a curse on the land, vowing to return when an innocent bl🔥od was to be spilled unjustly.

That moment came the day Chimamanda’s mother was stoned to death by Lady Nneka’s orders. The earth drank her blood, and the forgotten deity awakened. But instead of appearing in its true form, it found a vessel—Chimamanda.

Now, the only way to stop the spirit’s wrath was to atone for the past sins, to beg the forgotten deity for mercy. But the question remained—how?

The village priest, D**e, had spent weeks in deep meditation, seeking answers. One night, a vision came to him. The deity demanded a great sacrifice—a life must be given in exchange for the peace of Ulo nso.

26/03/2025

THE WICKED STEPMOTHER'S PUNISHMENT.
part 3

The next morning, the villagers found Nneka at the gates of her mansion.

Her dress was torn and dirty. Her once-proud face was twisted in horror. Her eyes were empty.

She did not speak.

She did not blink.

She only rocked back and forth, whispering, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

But the worst part? She had no shadow.

The priests came, but they could do nothing. Lady Nneka was lost forever.

But Chimamanda?

She still lived in the mansion.

And now, she was not alone.

At night, villagers saw two figures standing in the tallest window—Chimamanda and something else. A dark figure with glowing eyes, watching the village.

And then, the nightmares began.

First, the village children started waking up screaming. They spoke of a shadow whispering their names at night.

Then, crops began to rot overnight, and the river turned black for three days.

The villagers, desperate, went to the dibia (priest). He listened, then said in a fearful voice:

"The door is open. Another will be taken soon."

That night, a woman disappeared.

Then a child.

And the whispers in the wind carried a new voice. Not Nneka’s.

Something older.

Something hungrier.

The door had been opened.

And it would never close again.
TO BE CONTINUED.

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