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Mummy boy, Lagos (2025)

01/10/2025

He Tried to Turn Fanta into Wine and Almost Burnt the House

It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and the kitchen smelled of spices and cooking food. I was sitting on the dining table, watching my older cousin, Chike, do something strange. He had a big bottle of Fanta soda, a small pot, and a lot of curiosity.

Chike was always full of ideas, some good, some… well, not so good. Today, he claimed he had a brilliant plan: “I am going to turn this Fanta into real wine! Just watch, it will be amazing!”

I laughed at him. “Chike, you’re joking, right? That’s just soda!”

He shook his head seriously. “No, I read online that you can turn anything sweet into wine if you know the magic.” He winked, like he was a great scientist.

At first, I thought it was funny, so I watched him carefully. He poured the Fanta into a small pot and put it on the stove. The bubbles fizzed, and the orange liquid sparkled in the sunlight. Chike added some sugar, a little water, and a lot of imagination. Then he turned on the heat.

“Now, the magic happens!” he shouted proudly.

I moved a little closer, curious, but my eyes widened when I saw the Fanta start to boil too fast. Smoke rose from the pot, and the smell turned strange—burnt and sweet at the same time.

“Chike! Turn it off! It’s burning!” I yelled, panicking.

But Chike was too excited. He was waving his spoon, talking to the “magic,” and ignoring the smoke curling toward the ceiling. Suddenly, the bubbles erupted like a small volcano, spilling orange liquid all over the stove. The smoke alarm went off, beeping loudly, and Mama ran into the kitchen, eyes wide.

“What on earth is going on here?” she shouted.

Chike froze, and I stood there, my mouth open. I wanted to laugh, but I was scared too. “I was… um… trying to turn Fanta into wine,” Chike said slowly.

Mama’s eyes were bigger than ever. “Wine? From Fanta? You could have burned the house down!”

Chike’s face turned red, and I had to bite my lip to stop laughing. The whole kitchen was smoky, sticky, and smelled like burnt candy. Mama quickly turned off the stove and opened all the windows, letting the fresh air rush in.

She shook her head and said, “Chike, curiosity is good, but you must always be careful. Not everything you see online is safe to try. Some things can hurt you… or the house!”

Chike looked down, ashamed but still smiling a little. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. I didn’t mean to make a mess or scare everyone.”

Mama sighed but hugged him gently. “I know, my boy. But learning from mistakes is important too. You must remember that some experiments are too dangerous to try without help.”

After the kitchen was cleaned and the windows opened, Chike sat quietly. He was thinking about what had happened. I sat beside him, trying to comfort him. “You didn’t burn the house, so it’s okay. But maybe next time, we should stick to lemonade experiments,” I whispered.

Chike laughed softly. “Yes, lemonade is much safer. And I will never try turning soda into wine again!”

That night, our family sat together for dinner, talking about the day’s chaos. Mama smiled and said, “Curiosity is a gift, but safety is even more important. You can be smart, clever, and creative—but you must also be careful.”

Chike nodded. “I learned my lesson. Some magic is too dangerous for a kitchen!”

I realized something important too. It’s fun to try new things and explore, but you have to think about what could go wrong. Mistakes happen, and sometimes they are messy, smoky, and even a little scary. But if you are honest, careful, and learn from them, you become smarter and more responsible.

From that day on, Chike became our little scientist—but with rules. He did experiments with water, baking soda, and safe ingredients. The Fanta wine experiment became a story we laughed about for months. Whenever someone said, “Be careful,” we would all laugh and remember the orange explosion in the kitchen.

Even my little brother, Tobi, loved to retell the story. “Chike tried to make wine from Fanta and almost burned the house!” he shouted, eyes wide with excitement. We all laughed together, but the lesson stayed in our hearts.

Sometimes, I still think about that day and smile. It was funny, chaotic, and a little scary—but it taught us something important. Curiosity is wonderful, but safety, patience, and learning from mistakes are even more important.

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Moral Lessons:

1. Curiosity is good, but safety must always come first.

2. Not everything online or in books is safe to try at home.

3. Mistakes happen, but learning from them makes you wiser.

4. Fun experiments are better when done carefully and responsibly.

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01/10/2025

Mama Cried at Church Because I Ate Her Money

It was Sunday morning, and the church was full of people singing and clapping. The sunlight shone through the tall windows, making everything look bright and happy. I was sitting with my family, trying to behave, but my stomach was making loud noises. I had been eyeing Mama’s purse all week, and today, I could not resist.

Mama had saved some money carefully for church offerings. She put it in a small envelope and tucked it safely in her bag. I knew I should not touch it, but the sweet candy I saw in the market called to me, and my curiosity was too strong.

After the first song, while Mama was busy singing and praying, I quietly pulled out the envelope. My hands shook because I knew it was wrong. I peeked inside and saw the money. My eyes widened. I grabbed a few notes and quickly put them in my pocket.

At first, I thought no one noticed. I went outside the church later, hoping to buy the candy I had been dreaming about. I bought a few and ate them happily. But the joy did not last long.

When we went back inside for the sermon, Mama reached for her envelope to give the offering. Her hands trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. She looked around, confused and sad. “Where is my money?” she whispered to herself.

I felt my heart pound in my chest. I wanted to disappear. I did not mean to make her cry, but I could see the sadness in her eyes, and it hurt me more than anything.

The pastor noticed something was wrong. He paused the sermon and said, “Whoever has made a mistake, it is never too late to admit it and ask for forgiveness.”

I knew he was talking to me, even though no one had said my name. My throat felt tight, and my legs shook. I slowly stood up, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Mama… I… I took your money,” I said softly. “I wanted to buy candy, but I was wrong. I am sorry.”

Mama looked at me, her tears still falling, but now they were mixed with relief. She held me close and whispered, “Thank you for telling the truth, my child. I forgive you.”

The whole church seemed to sigh together, and I felt a weight lift from my heart. I had been scared, but telling the truth made everything better.

After church, Mama and I went to the market together. She helped me count my money and taught me how to save properly. “Next time,” she said with a small smile, “you must ask before taking. Money is not a toy, but honesty is a treasure.”

That day, I learned something important. I realized that taking something without asking might feel exciting for a moment, but it can hurt the people you love. Telling the truth is hard, but it brings peace, and forgiveness is always possible if you are honest.

From that day on, I tried very hard to be honest. I saved my own money for candy, and I helped Mama when she needed it. I saw how proud she was when I did the right thing, and it felt better than any candy could ever taste.

Sometimes, I still remember the look on Mama’s face that Sunday in church. The sadness, the tears, and then the relief when I confessed. It taught me that honesty and courage are stronger than any temptation, and love is always bigger than mistakes.

Even my little brother laughed when I told him the story later. “You ate money for candy?” he asked, eyes wide. I nodded. “Yes, but I learned something important.” He smiled and said, “I will never take money either!” I hugged him and laughed.

That Sunday, church felt brighter, and our family felt closer. I understood that mistakes can happen to anyone, but what matters is what you do after. Honesty, courage, and love can turn even a sad mistake into a lesson that lasts forever.

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Moral Lessons:

1. Honesty is more valuable than anything money can buy.

2. Taking without asking can hurt those you love, even if you don’t mean to.

3. Admitting your mistake takes courage and brings peace.

4. Love and forgiveness are stronger than anger or disappointment.

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01/10/2025

The Day My Little Brother Prayed for My Father's Belly🤣🤣🤣

It was a bright Sunday morning, and our small living room was full of sunlight. The smell of freshly cooked yam and eggs floated from the kitchen. My father was sitting on his favorite chair, reading the newspaper, while my little brother, Tobi, was running around, full of energy, as usual.

Tobi was only six years old, but he believed in prayer more than anyone I knew. He prayed for everything—his toys, his food, even the neighborhood dog. Today, he had a new problem to solve: our father’s big belly.

My father laughed when Tobi came up to him, hands pressed together like he was about to speak to a king. “Daddy, I want to pray for your belly!” Tobi said with all the seriousness a six-year-old could muster.

I almost dropped my phone from laughing. “Pray for his belly? What do you mean?” I whispered to my mother, who was shaking her head but smiling.

Tobi didn’t wait for answers. He got down on his little knees, put his tiny hands on my father’s round stomach, closed his eyes tightly, and began. “Dear God, please make my daddy’s belly smaller. Make it not too big. Give him strength. And please, make it yummy so he can eat healthy and not get sick.”

My father, trying to hold back laughter, said, “Tobi, I don’t think God needs to make my belly smaller. I like my food too much!”

But Tobi shook his head seriously. “No, Daddy. God can do anything! He can even make a belly smaller if He wants!”

My mother and I were laughing so hard, we almost cried. But Tobi was completely focused. He even added a little prayer for himself: “And please, God, help me not eat all the snacks before Daddy sees them.”

When he finished, he opened his eyes and looked up at my father. “Amen!” he shouted proudly.

My father laughed and hugged him. “Thank you, my little pastor. Your prayers are very strong!”

After breakfast, the story didn’t stop. Tobi ran to our neighbors and told them, “I prayed for my daddy’s belly today! God will help him!” The neighbors laughed, and even the adults said, “What a sweet, funny boy!”

At school later that week, I noticed that Tobi told everyone about his “belly prayer.” Some kids laughed, some were curious, and some even wanted to pray for their parents’ tummies too. Tobi became a little celebrity in his class for a few days.

But something surprising happened. My father, inspired by Tobi’s innocent prayer, started to take small steps to eat healthier. He cut down on fried food, ate more fruits, and even started walking in the evenings. It wasn’t because Tobi’s prayer magically worked, but because it reminded him that someone cared deeply about his health.

A few months later, my father’s belly did become a little smaller, not because of magic, but because of love, care, and small actions inspired by a child’s pure heart. And Tobi? He proudly told everyone, “God answered my prayer!”

That night, our family sat together after dinner. My father looked at Tobi and said, “You know, your prayers are very special. They made me want to be healthier. Thank you, my little pastor.”

Tobi smiled wide, proud as ever. “See, God listened!”

I laughed and hugged him. “You prayed for Daddy’s belly, and now he is healthier. That’s amazing!”

From that day, I learned something important. Sometimes children teach adults the most important lessons—not just about faith, but about care, love, and noticing what really matters. Tobi’s prayer was innocent and funny, but it reminded all of us to think about our health and look after each other.

The house was always full of laughter, and Tobi’s little prayers became part of our family story. Every Sunday, he would find something new to pray for, and somehow, each little prayer made our family closer, happier, and more mindful of one another.

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Moral Lessons:

1. Children’s prayers may be simple, but they carry love and sincerity.

2. Love and care can inspire people to make positive changes in their lives.

3. Faith, kindness, and innocence can teach adults valuable lessons.

4. Laughter, joy, and small acts of care can bring a family closer.

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01/10/2025

My Cousin Announced Our Family Secret in Church😀😀😀😀

The church was full of sunlight that Sunday morning. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, dancing on the shiny tiled floor. People were singing, clapping, and raising their hands. Everyone looked happy, and you could feel the joy in the air.

I sat on a wooden pew with my family. My little cousin, Tobi, was sitting on the bench beside me, fidgeting with excitement. Tobi was a lively boy, always ready to do something unexpected. I gave him a small warning look, hoping he wouldn’t cause trouble today.

The pastor stepped up to the pulpit, and the singing slowed down. He smiled at everyone. “Now, it is time for testimonies. Anyone who wants to share can come forward,” he said warmly.

People began to walk forward, one by one. Some thanked God for healing, some for new jobs, and some for good school results. I looked at Tobi. His eyes were wide, and he was holding the microphone tightly. I knew trouble was coming.

Suddenly, Tobi jumped onto the pew, waving his little hands. “I want to say something!” he shouted. The whole congregation turned to look at him. Some people laughed quietly, thinking it was cute. Others looked concerned.

I whispered angrily, “Tobi! Sit down!” But it was too late.

Tobi held the microphone to his mouth and shouted, “I want to thank God because my uncle and aunt are keeping a big secret!”

The church fell silent. My heart sank. Everyone stared at me and my parents. My face turned red like a ripe tomato.

The pastor froze, unsure of what to do. Tobi continued, “They didn’t tell anyone that my uncle used to be very poor, and now he is rich. And my aunt… she has a special talent for helping people but she never says it!”

Gasps and whispers filled the church. People looked shocked but curious. My parents tried to calm Tobi, but he was on a roll.

“And one more thing!” he shouted, jumping up and down. “My uncle and aunt are the best people in the world, even if they didn’t tell everyone their secret!”

The congregation burst into laughter and applause. Some people clapped, others shook their heads, smiling. Even the pastor couldn’t help but chuckle.

My mother grabbed Tobi and hugged him tightly. “Oh, Tobi,” she said, “why would you do that in church?”

Tobi smiled proudly. “I just wanted everyone to know!”

My father sighed, rubbing his forehead. But I could see a small smile playing on his lips. He whispered to my mother, “Well, at least he said it nicely.”

After the service, many people came to talk to my parents. Some said, “What a brave little boy!” Others asked questions about our family story. People seemed happy to know our secret, not upset.

That day, I learned something important. Secrets can be hard to keep, especially in a small, loving family. But sometimes, sharing them brings people closer. Tobi’s honesty, though unexpected, reminded everyone that love, kindness, and truth matter more than embarrassment.

When we got home, my parents told Tobi, “Next time, if you want to tell a secret, maybe ask first.” Tobi nodded seriously. “Okay, I will. But I think everyone should know good secrets!”

I laughed and hugged him. Maybe he was right. It wasn’t so bad after all. Our secret wasn’t something to be ashamed of. It was something to be proud of—a story about hard work, kindness, and love.

That night, I thought about the church and all the faces I saw. Some were surprised, some laughed, some smiled warmly. I realized that secrets sometimes hide good things, and when shared the right way, they can bring happiness, not shame.

From that day, I promised myself to be brave, just like Tobi, and to always share good stories with honesty and love. Secrets may surprise people, but kindness and truth always shine brighter.

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Moral Lessons:

1. Honesty is powerful, even if it surprises people.

2. Sharing good secrets can bring happiness and connection.

3. Children sometimes teach adults important lessons about truth and love.

4. A family’s past, no matter how humble, is something to be proud of.

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30/09/2025

He Promised iPhone, Delivered Torchlight Phone🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The sun was setting in the small town of Eziaha. The orange sky painted the clouds with beauty, and laughter filled the air as children played hide and seek on the dusty streets. In one corner of the town, a young lady named Ada sat in front of her mother’s little kiosk, fanning herself with a piece of cardboard.

Ada was beautiful, the type of beauty that even the wind paused to admire. Her big eyes sparkled like the morning sun, and her laughter was sweet like honey. But more than her looks, Ada carried a heart full of dreams. She wanted to be different, she wanted to shine, and she wanted to hold in her hands what many of her friends already had—an iPhone.

Almost everyone in her school flaunted smartphones. They took selfies, posted pictures, and shared videos. Ada only had a small button phone, the kind people in the town called “torchlight phone.” It could not snap pictures. It could not download music. All it did was make calls and send text messages.

Sometimes Ada hid her phone in her bag because she was ashamed. Her friends mocked her gently.
“Ah, Ada, are you still in the stone age?” they would laugh.
She would smile, but deep inside, it hurt.

One evening, as Ada was scrolling slowly through her small phone, trying to reply to her cousin’s message, she met Chike. He was a tall young man with fine shoes and smooth words. His voice was sweet like ripe mango, and his smile could melt even the hardest heart.

“Why do you look so sad, Ada?” he asked, standing by the kiosk.

Ada sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

But Chike was not satisfied. He stayed and talked with her until she opened her heart. She told him how she felt left out because she did not have a good phone. She told him how people mocked her.

Chike leaned closer, his eyes shining. “Is it just a phone? Don’t worry. I will buy you an iPhone. A beautiful one. The latest model. You deserve it.”

Ada’s eyes widened. “Really? An iPhone?”

“Yes,” Chike said firmly. “I promise.”

From that day, Ada’s heart danced every time she saw Chike. She dreamed of holding the shiny phone in her hands. She imagined snapping pictures, posting them online, and finally feeling like she belonged.

Her friends noticed her excitement. “Ada, why are you smiling like someone who saw angels?” they teased.
She only laughed and whispered to herself, “They will soon see.”

Weeks passed, and Ada counted the days. She told her mother that a friend had promised her an iPhone. Her mother smiled weakly but said nothing. She knew life had a way of teaching lessons.

Finally, one hot afternoon, Chike came to the kiosk with a small black nylon bag. Ada’s heart jumped.
“Is this it?” she asked, her voice shaking with joy.

“Yes,” Chike said, placing the bag in her hand.

Ada’s fingers trembled as she opened it. She expected the silver shine of an iPhone, but instead, what she saw froze her heart. Inside the nylon was a small old-fashioned torchlight phone, the exact kind she already had—only this one looked even older.

Ada stared at it, her smile disappearing like a candle in the wind. “What… what is this?”

Chike cleared his throat. “It’s a phone. You said you wanted a phone. This one has strong battery. It can last three days without charging. Isn’t that better than iPhone?”

Ada blinked, her face red with embarrassment. Her friends, who were standing nearby, burst into laughter.
“Ah, Ada, your iPhone has turned into torchlight!” they shouted, clapping their hands.

Her chest tightened. She felt tears in her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of them. She placed the torchlight phone gently on the table and whispered, “Thank you.”

That night, Ada lay on her bed, thinking. She felt pain, but in the middle of her thoughts, her mother walked in.
“My daughter,” Mama said softly, “life is not about what people promise you. Sometimes, people will say sweet things to impress you, but their actions will show you who they really are. Don’t let anyone make you feel less because of what you don’t have. Value yourself first.”

Ada wiped her tears. Her mother’s words sank into her heart like rain into dry ground. She realized she had been chasing shadows, believing that a phone would define her worth. But she was more than a phone. She had beauty, dreams, and a heart full of kindness.

The next morning, Ada picked up her little torchlight phone and walked proudly to school. When her friends mocked, she simply smiled. “It is not the phone that makes me who I am. It is my heart and what I carry inside.”

Her confidence surprised everyone. Slowly, the laughter stopped. They began to admire her strength. And though she did not get the iPhone she dreamed of, Ada gained something more valuable—wisdom.

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Moral Lesson:
Not every promise people make is real. Sometimes they only say what they think you want to hear. Don’t let gifts or empty words define your value. Your worth is not in what you hold in your hand, but in the person you are inside.

30/09/2025

He Wanted to Dance but the Chair Betrayed Him 🤣🤣🤣🤣

It was evening in the small town of Umuife. The community hall was shining with colored lights, and music was already filling the air. Tonight was a special night—Chief Obi’s daughter, Adaora, was celebrating her birthday. Everyone came with their best clothes, their brightest smiles, and their happiest hearts.

Among the crowd was a young man named Chijioke. He was tall, with a kind smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Chijioke loved dancing more than anything in the world. Whenever the drums started, his body would move on its own. His friends always teased him, saying, “Chijioke, one day you will dance and forget the ground.”

But Chijioke didn’t care. Dancing made him happy.

That evening, he wore his white shirt neatly ironed, his black trousers shining, and a small red cap that gave him a royal look. He walked into the hall with confidence, but deep inside, his heart was beating fast. He had one secret—he wanted to impress Amaka.

Amaka was the most beautiful girl in town. She had bright eyes that sparkled like the moon and a gentle voice that always carried kindness. Everyone admired her, but Amaka admired something different in people—not wealth, not clothes, but character.

Chijioke knew this. He wanted her to see that he was bold and fun. He thought to himself, “Tonight, I will dance so well that Amaka will never forget me.”

The music grew louder. Drums, guitars, and flutes filled the hall. People were clapping, singing, and stamping their feet. Children ran around with balloons, women laughed while adjusting their wrappers, and men nodded to the beat.

Chijioke’s moment had come. He stood up from his seat and walked to the center of the hall. Everyone’s eyes turned to him. He bent his knees, clapped his hands, and started to move. His legs kicked, his shoulders shook, his feet tapped the floor like the talking drum.

The crowd shouted, “Ewoo! See Chijioke ooo!”

They clapped and laughed as he twisted and spun. Amaka watched with a soft smile on her lips.

But as Chijioke danced, he decided to do something more dramatic. He wanted to add a move nobody had seen before. He pointed to the chair behind him, a small wooden chair with weak legs. Chijioke thought, “I will jump, land on that chair, and show them real dance!”

The crowd clapped louder, waiting.

Chijioke ran, jumped into the air, and landed on the chair. For a second, the hall went silent.

Then—CRACK!

The chair broke.

Gbagam! Chijioke landed flat on the floor. His red cap rolled away, his shirt crumpled, and his legs flew in the air like a chicken trying to escape the pot.

The hall burst into laughter. Some people held their stomachs, some bent over their chairs, and even the drummers stopped beating to laugh.

“Ah! The chair has betrayed him!” one man shouted.
“Chijioke, the ground is your real dance partner!” another joked.

Poor Chijioke lay there, his face red with shame. He wanted to disappear. He had imagined Amaka laughing at him too.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Amaka stood up. She walked straight to him, smiling gently. She stretched her hand to help him up. “Chijioke, the chair betrayed you, not your spirit,” she said softly.

Her words melted his heart. Slowly, he stood, dusting his shirt. The crowd was still laughing, but now it was a joyful laughter, not a cruel one.

Then Amaka clapped her hands. “Drummer, start again!” she shouted.

The drummers hit their drums, and music filled the air once more. Amaka looked at Chijioke and whispered, “Dance with me.”

The hall went silent again. Chijioke’s eyes widened. “With… with you?”
“Yes,” Amaka nodded. “Let them laugh, let them clap. Tonight, we will dance together.”

Chijioke’s fear melted away. He took her hand, and together they stepped into the center. The music grew louder. This time, he danced with joy, not to impress, but to enjoy. Amaka moved gracefully, her steps soft and light like the wind.

The crowd clapped, shouted, and cheered louder than before.

“Amaka and Chijioke!”
“What a pair!”
“Dance! Dance!”

Even Chief Obi, Adaora’s father, stood up and laughed until his cap almost fell off.

By the end of the dance, nobody remembered the broken chair. What they remembered was the joy, the laughter, and the way two young hearts danced without shame.

That night, as the stars shone above Umuife, Chijioke walked home with a smile on his face. The chair might have betrayed him, but it also gave him something far more precious—a moment with Amaka that he would never forget.

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✨ Moral Lesson: Sometimes in life, things will embarrass us. We may fall, we may fail, we may be laughed at. But those moments are not the end. What matters is standing up, smiling again, and dancing through life with courage. Even betrayal can open the door to unexpected blessings.

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30/09/2025

MY SISTER'S SHAME

Part 2

The days turned into weeks, and Ada’s sadness grew heavier. She still tried to smile whenever Mama or Papa looked at her, but I could see through the mask. Her eyes no longer sparkled, and her laughter was gone.

One evening, while Mama was busy cooking and Papa was still at work, I sat close to Ada and held her hand.

“Sister,” I whispered softly, “please don’t hide from me anymore. I am not just your sister, I am your friend. Tell me what is making you cry at night. I promise I will never leave you.”

She looked at me for a long time, her lips trembling as if she was fighting her own voice. Finally, she broke down. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her words came like broken glass.

“Chika… I am in trouble. I trusted someone who betrayed me. Now, I carry a secret inside me that cannot be hidden for long.”

My heart pounded. “What do you mean?” I asked, fear gripping me.

Ada placed her palm on her stomach. Her voice was so low I almost didn’t hear it.

“I am carrying a child.”

The world around me froze. My mouth went dry, and my eyes widened in shock. “A child? Ada… how? Who…?”

She buried her face in her hands. “It was Emeka. He promised me love. He promised he would never leave me. I was foolish, Chika. I believed every word.”

Emeka was the handsome young man who lived two streets away. He often greeted our family politely, and everyone thought he was a good boy. But now, my sister’s trembling confession revealed another side.

“But does he know?” I asked quickly.

Ada shook her head. “He stopped talking to me the moment I told him. He said I should never come near him again.”

I felt anger rise inside me, hot and sharp. How could he do this to her? To us?

That night, I could not sleep. I kept hearing Ada’s words echoing in my mind: I am carrying a child.

I looked at my sister sleeping beside me, her face pale even in the moonlight. She was still the same beautiful, kind Ada, but now she carried a burden that could destroy her future if Mama and Papa found out too soon.

The next morning, Mama noticed Ada did not join us for breakfast. “Is she sick?” Mama asked.

I swallowed hard, unsure how long I could keep Ada’s secret. But when I entered the room, I found Ada sitting by the window, staring at the sky with tears in her eyes.

“Chika,” she whispered, “how will I face Mama and Papa? How will I face the church? Everyone will call me names. They will say I brought shame to this family.”

I hugged her tightly. “No matter what happens, you will not walk this road alone. I am your sister. If you fall, I will hold you. If you cry, I will wipe your tears. If the world rejects you, I will still stand by you.”

She wept in my arms, and I wept with her. Because I knew our family’s peace was about to be shaken.

This was the beginning of a storm we were not ready for.

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✨ End of Part 2 ✨

Written by Mummy boy

30/09/2025

MY SISTER'S SHAME

Part 1

The evening sun painted the sky with soft orange and gold as I walked slowly home from the market. My name is Chika, and I am the second daughter in our family. We were five children, and our home was always filled with noise, laughter, and sometimes tears. But nothing prepared me for the day my sister’s shame began.

My elder sister, Ada, was the most beautiful girl in our street. People often stopped to admire her. Her skin was smooth like chocolate, her eyes sparkled like morning dew, and her smile could melt even the hardest heart. But Ada was not only beautiful—she was also kind. She helped our mother in the kitchen, fetched water for the old women in our compound, and even shared her clothes with me when I had nothing to wear.

Everyone believed Ada was the pride of our family. She was the daughter every parent wished to have. When she walked to church on Sunday mornings, people whispered, “See how she shines.” I was always proud to be called her sister.

But life has a way of testing people. What looks perfect on the outside may carry secret struggles inside.

One night, as I was folding my clothes, I heard Ada’s soft cry from the corner of our room. I quickly dropped everything and rushed to her bed. Her face was buried in her pillow, and her shoulders shook.

“Ada, what is wrong?” I asked, fear rising in my heart.

She turned her face slowly, and I was shocked to see her eyes red and swollen. She tried to smile, but tears betrayed her.

“Chika,” she whispered, “please don’t tell Mama. Please keep my secret.”

I held her hand, my heart beating fast. “You know I will never betray you. But what is it? Why are you crying?”

She looked away, her lips trembling. For a long moment, silence filled the room. Then she spoke the words that shook my soul.

“I made a mistake… and now, I don’t know how to face anyone.”

My chest tightened. My strong, confident sister—our family’s shining light—was broken. She didn’t explain everything that night, but the pain in her eyes told me her burden was heavy.

From that day, Ada changed. She no longer laughed the way she used to. She avoided our neighbors. She stopped singing while sweeping the compound. Even Mama noticed.

One afternoon, Mama asked me, “Chika, what is wrong with your sister? Has anyone hurt her?”

I looked down, my hands shaking. I had promised Ada not to say a word. “Maybe she is just tired, Mama,” I replied.

But inside, I knew the truth: my sister was carrying a shame that was too heavy for her alone.

I prayed silently, “God, please give me strength to help my sister.” Because no matter what happened, Ada was not just my sister—she was my friend, my other half. And I knew this was only the beginning of her story.

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