African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

16/07/2025

12/07/2025

You know that feeling when you're about to sleep, and suddenly, something very stupid happens? Yeah, that was me last night.

So, I live in a face-me-I-face-you compound in Lagos. If you’ve ever lived in one, you know privacy is a myth. You can hear everything fights, gossip, people frying akara at 2 AM everything. But yesterday, what I heard nearly made me pack my bags and relocate to my village.

It was around midnight. NEPA had done their usual nonsense, so everywhere was dead silent. I was just dozing off when I heard a deep, eerie voice right inside my room:

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR DESTINY."

My brother, my soul left my body. I jumped up so fast, I hit my head on the wall. I started sweating instantly.

I looked around. The door was locked, the window was shut, but the voice came again, even louder:

"SURRENDER YOUR SOUL, OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES."

At that point, I was already calculating my life. Who did I offend? Was it the akara woman I refused to buy from? Or Mama Chukwudi that accused me of looking at her daughter? I didn’t know, but I was ready to confess my sins.

I was about to start shouting "Blood of Jesus!" when I heard something even stranger. The voice changed to loud afrobeats music.

That was when it clicked.

My neighbor, Johnbull, the one that always borrowed my charger without returning it, had left his Bluetooth speaker on. His phone must have connected automatically and started playing his weird Nollywood horror recordings before switching to his music.

I wanted to be angry, but I was too relieved to even care. I just lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my self
African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

10/07/2025

You know those moments in life when you realize you’ve made the biggest mistake of your existence? Yeah, that was me, standing in my bathroom, gripping the sink like my life depended on it, praying for God to take me home.

It all started with suya.

I had just bought fresh suya from the junction, and as a real Nigerian, I made sure to drown it in yaji (suya pepper). The kind of pepper that enters your nose before it even touches your tongue. My eyes were red, my nose was leaking, but I was enjoying myself. You know that painful enjoyment? That was me.

After finishing the suya, nature called. I got up, strolled to the bathroom, and confidently grabbed my thing without a second thought.

That was the beginning of my downfall.

At first, it was a light tingling. Then it turned into a warm sensation. Within seconds, my entire downstairs was on fire. I let out a scream that would make Nollywood directors proud. I jumped back, my hands in the air, staring at my thing like it had betrayed me.

"Ahhh! JESUS! WEPT!"

I ran to the sink and started pouring water. Biggest mistake of my life. The pepper spread. The fire intensified. My legs started shaking. My soul was leaving my body.

At this point, my younger sister knocked on the door.

"Bro, are you okay?"

How do you explain to a 10-year-old that your third leg is currently being roasted like bolé? How do you tell her that suya has ruined your future?

I ignored her and continued fighting for my life. I grabbed soap. (It's definitely not what you think 😁) Another mistake. The soap mixed with the pepper and created a new kind of pain, pain that should be studied in universities.

At this point, I was fully crying. I started confessing my sins.

"God, if I survive this, I will never eat suya again. I will even start attending night vigil."

After what felt like hours, the pain finally started reducing. I came out of the bathroom looking like someone that just survived a plane crash. My sister looked at me and asked, "What happened?"

I just shook my head and said, "Go and read your book."

Moral of the story: If you value your future, wash your hands before touching your properties

African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

09/07/2025

💔 MY EX IS MY BOSS NOW. AND HE Hasn’t FORGOTTEN ANYTHING.

(💔 PART 5:)✅

> Babe?

I stepped into view.

And everything stopped.

Because standing there…
In Korede’s doorway…

Was my cousin.

The same one who swore she’d never speak to me again.

The same one who didn’t know I worked for Korede now.

The same one who once told me…

“If you ever touch him again, I swear… I’ll make sure you regret it.”

For a moment, no one said a word.

Korede's face was caught between guilt and panic.

My cousin, Eniola, tilted her head slowly like she was trying to process what she was seeing.

Then she laughed.

Not a light laugh.

A cold, sharp, dangerous laugh.

> "Wow. Wow. So this is what fate looks like, huh?"

I took a small step back.

> “Eniola, I can explain—”

> “Explain?” she snapped, dropping her designer bag on the floor. “Explain how you ended up in my boyfriend’s apartment? In his shirt?”

> “Oh wait, let me guess. You tripped and fell into his bed?”

Korede cut in, stepping between us.

> “Eni, that’s enough—”

> “No, it’s NOT enough,” she shouted. “Because the last time we spoke, this witch vanished from your life! And now she’s back like a recycled demon?”

> “You told me you were done with her.”

> “You told me she meant nothing.”

I stood frozen.

Not because of the insults.

But because of the realization.

Korede and Eniola were dating.

This wasn’t a random fling.

This was… a relationship.

And I had just kissed a man who now belonged to my cousin.

Again.

History wasn’t repeating itself.

It was dragging me.

> “You knew,” I whispered to Korede.

> “You knew she was my cousin.”

> “And you didn’t think it was relevant to mention?”

He looked like someone had just sucked the air from his lungs.

> “I didn’t plan for any of this,” he said.

> “She came into my life when I was at my lowest. I didn’t even know you two were related until months in.”

> “And by the time I found out… I was already in it. But it wasn’t serious.”

> “I swear, it wasn’t. Until—until it was.”

Eniola scoffed.

> “Wow. That’s what I am to you now? A pit stop?”

> “You used me to heal from her, and now you’re tossing me out like trash?”

She turned to me, venom dripping from her voice.

> “You really are your mother’s daughter.”

I blinked.

> “Excuse me?”

> “Don’t act like you don’t know,” she sneered.

> “She did the same thing to my father. And now, here you are, completing the family curse.”

My chest tightened.

This wasn’t just a messy love triangle.

This was generational pain.

Unresolved wounds.

Unspoken betrayals wrapped in bloodlines.

Korede ran a hand through his hair.

> “Both of you need to calm down.”

> “This isn’t about family. This is about the truth.”

> “And the truth is… I still love her.”

The room exploded.

Eniola picked up the wine glass and threw it at the wall.

It shattered, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

> “You’re dead to me,” she hissed.
“And so is she.”

She stormed out, slamming the door so hard the frame shook.

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Shameful.

I turned to Korede.

> “You had no right.”

> “You should’ve told me. The moment I stepped into that office, you should’ve told me who she was to you.”

He nodded slowly.

> “I know.”

> “And I didn’t. Because I was afraid if I did… you’d run again.”

> “And this time, I couldn’t survive losing you.”

My knees gave out.

I sat on the edge of his couch.

Eyes glassy.

Mind racing.

> “This isn’t over,” I said.

> “She’s not the type to walk away quietly.”

> “She’ll make sure the world burns before she lets us have peace.”

Korede nodded.

> “I know.”

> “And there’s something else you need to know.”

I looked up.

His eyes were dark. Serious.

> “The letters… weren’t the only thing I kept.”

He walked to the closet and pulled out a small black notebook.

Handed it to me.

> “I hired a private investigator… after you left.”

> “To find out why you really disappeared.”

> “And what he found…”

He paused.

> “...might change everything you thought you knew about your cousin.”

I opened the notebook.

And the first photo inside…

Was of a baby.

My heart stopped.

Because I recognized that face.

But not from a memory.

From a Instagram post.

> “This… this baby…”

> “Eniola said she gave birth to.”

> “She even celebrate for weeks.”

Korede looked at me.

Eyes hollow.

> “That’s not her baby.”

> “That’s yours.”

TBC 👉 African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

08/07/2025

💔MY EX IS MY BOSS NOW. AND HE Hasn’t FORGOTTEN ANYTHING.

(💔 PART 4:)✅

> I nodded.
And followed him out of the elevator.
Not knowing…
That by the next morning…
Everything would change.

We didn’t speak as we walked through the empty lobby.
The building felt colder than usual.
Or maybe that was just my nerves.

He held the door open.
I stepped into his car, still unsure what I was agreeing to.
But deep down, I think I already knew...

I wasn’t going for closure.

I was walking straight back into a fire.

His apartment hadn't changed much.
Same charcoal walls. Same smell of lavender and aged wood.

Except now, it had less… soul.

> “You live here alone?” I asked.

> “Yes.”

He poured two glasses of wine, handed me one, then sat across from me.

Silence.

Not awkward.
Just... loaded.

Like the room knew what was about to happen.

> “Say it,” I finally whispered.

> “Say everything you’ve been dying to say since I walked into that office.”

Korede leaned forward.
Eyes locked with mine.

> “I begged you not to leave me that night.”

> “You didn’t just disappear. You erased me.”

> “Do you know what it’s like to grieve someone who’s still alive?”

I blinked back tears.

> “I was scared,” I whispered. “We were young. We were grieving. I didn’t think we’d survive it.”

> “And we didn’t,” he said flatly.

> “But I did.”

> “I survived it all. The miscarriage. The therapy. The nights I slept on the floor because the bed felt too empty. The days I couldn't eat ”

> “But what I never understood… was why you never came back. Not even once. But I keep waiting”

I swallowed hard.

This was the part I had buried deepest.

> “Because I found out something that night,” I said.

> “Something I never had the courage to tell you.”

He froze.

Eyes narrowing.

> “What did you find out?”

I hesitated.

Then stood up.

Walked toward the window.

> “The doctor didn’t just tell me we lost the baby.”

> “He told me I might never carry again.”

Silence.

You could’ve heard a pin drop on the marble floor.

> “You… what?”

> “I didn’t want you to stay with me out of pity. Or obligation.
I wanted you to have a future. A family. Something I wasn’t sure I could ever give.”

He stood now.

Walked slowly toward me.

His voice broke when he spoke.

> “And you thought I wouldn’t want you, without a baby?”

> “You thought I was that shallow?”

> “I would’ve built a world around just you, if you let me.”

I covered my face, tears spilling freely now.

> “I was twenty-three, Korede. Grieving, alone, and ashamed.
I didn’t want to trap you in a life full of pain.”

> “So instead,” he whispered, “you gave me six years of silence.”

He sat beside me.
Carefully. Gently.

Then he did something that shattered me all over again.

He pulled out a small wooden box from the drawer.

Inside… were letters.

All written to me.

> “Every birthday,” he said.

> “Every New Year. Every time I missed you too much. I wrote you a letter.”

> “I never had the courage to send them.
But I couldn’t let go either.”

I picked one.

Opened it.

> “Dear Heart ❤️,
Today is July 8th.
It would’ve been our child’s due date.
I lit a candle. I played your favorite Asa song.
And I waited for a sign.
But none came.
Maybe this letter is the sign.
Maybe you’ll never read it.
But I’ll keep writing them anyway.
Because loving you… doesn’t stop just because you’re gone.”

---

I broke down.

Fully.

No more strength left to fake it.

We cried together.

Not as lovers.
Not as enemies.
But as two broken people… who never got the goodbye they deserved.

Hours passed.
We talked. We laughed. We argued.
We remembered.

And then…

Just before dawn…

He leaned in.

Soft. Careful.

> “Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

I didn’t answer.

But I didn’t stop him either.

The kiss was nothing like before.

It wasn’t hungry.

It was healing.

Like sewing a wound that had been bleeding too long.

And just when I thought we were finding our way back to something…

The universe reminded me that peace is always temporary.

Because the doorbell rang.

And when Korede opened it...

He froze.

I heard the voice.

A woman’s voice.

Sweet. Familiar.

Deadly.

> “Hi babe. Sorry I’m early… I missed you.”

Babe?

I stepped into view.

And everything stopped.

Because standing there…
In Korede’s doorway…

Was my cousin.

The same one who swore she’d never speak to me again.

The same one who didn’t know I worked for Korede now.

If you ever touch him again, I swear… I will make sure you regret it .

TBC
👉 African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

07/07/2025

I woke up that Sunday morning feeling like my village people had finally decided to rest. No bad dreams, no strange headaches, no mysterious bank alerts disappearing before my eyes. Just peace. I should have known it was the calm before the storm.

Church service was going fine until Pastor Emmanuel announced that today’s deliverance session would be “extra powerful.” He said anyone battling generational curses should step forward. Now, normally, I mind my business, but my aunty had been telling me that my great-grandfather used to wrestle with masquerades at night. I didn’t want to take chances.

As soon as I stepped forward, two ushers positioned themselves behind me. I knew what that meant; falling anointing. The moment Pastor placed his hand on my head, I felt nothing. Not a single shiver. But the man kept pressing my forehead like he was checking if my skull was ripe for harvesting.

Then he shouted, "Holy Ghost fire!" and pushed my head back with force. Instinct kicked in. Before I knew it, my right hand swung through the air, and gbam! I landed a hot slap on his face. The kind that makes you see your future and your past at the same time.

Church went silent. Drummers stopped drumming. Ushers froze. Even the woman that always shouts "Ride on, Pastor!" went mute. Pastor Emmanuel held his face, blinking rapidly like someone whose Bluetooth just disconnected from heaven.

My first thought? Run.

But before I could move, two ushers grabbed me. One whispered, “My brother, you don buy market.”

That’s how they dragged me to the back of the church for emergency prayers. Pastor recovered, placed both hands on my head this time, and shouted, "Every spirit of violence, OUT!"

I started shaking, not from deliverance, but from fear.

After service, I went to apologize. Pastor just smiled and said, "Next time, receive anointing with humility."

I am now looking for a new church

Folo 👉 African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

06/07/2025

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F0LL0 African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

ENDS 9:45 AM

06/07/2025

💔 MY EX IS MY BOSS NOW. AND HE Hasn’t FORGOTTEN ANYTHING. (PART 3)

> I ran to the elevator.
Heart racing.
Who else knew?
What else had Korede not told me?

And why did I suddenly feel like…
this story wasn’t just about the past?

But a future I didn’t see coming.

One I might not survive.

The elevator doors opened with a cruel slowness.
My palms were sweating.
I stepped inside, but before the doors could close—

“Wait.”

Lanre Korede’s voice.

He had followed me.

But he wasn’t panicked anymore.

In fact… he looked calm. Calculated.

He stepped into the elevator with me, pressed the emergency stop button, and turned to face me.

> “There’s no one coming.”

My eyes narrowed. “What?”

> “I lied. There’s no one else.”

> “I just wanted you to come with me… away from the eyes.
So we could talk without pretending.”

My heart was thumping—not just from fear anymore.
But from the confusion… the raw tension…
The fact that this man, who once held me like his world depended on it,
Now stood so close, I could smell the memory of our past on his skin.

> “Why the hell would you lie?” I asked.

> “Because the version of you sitting in that office chair was too guarded.
And I needed the real you. The one I still dream about at 2am.
The one who ruined me—and still owns me.”

I should have walked out.

I should’ve hit the emergency open button and fled that elevator.

But instead…

I leaned against the wall and whispered:

> “You don’t own me anymore, Korede.”

He moved closer.

Not touching.

But the space between us was oxygen-deprived now.

> “Don’t I?” he said softly.

> “Then why haven’t you deleted my number?
Why did you look like you’d seen a ghost when you saw that photo?
Why do you remember the smell of my cologne?”

Silence.

My jaw clenched.

Because he was right.

Because I hadn’t deleted his number.
Because I did remember.
Every scent. Every sound. Every kiss we never got to finish.

I looked away, trying to hold onto the version of me I’d built over the last six years.

The strong one.

The cold one.

The one who didn’t need a man—especially not the one I broke.

> “Why now, Korede?” I asked, voice cracking. “Why bring all this up now?”

> “Because watching you walk back into my life and act like nothing ever happened…”

> “…is the most painful revenge life could ever serve me.”

I closed my eyes.
It was too much.

> “Do you hate me that much?”

> “No,” he whispered. “I never did.”

> “But I don’t know if I can love you again… without hating myself.”

There it was.

The heartbreak that had no villain.
Only two broken clocks who once ticked in rhythm…
Until life unplugged us both.

The elevator was still frozen.
The lights overhead casting a soft glow on his jawline.
On his eyes.
Those same eyes that once saw me when I couldn’t see myself.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.

Another envelope.

> “What now?” I asked, exasperated.

> “Something I kept,” he said.

He handed it to me.

I opened it slowly.

And my breath caught.

It was a sonogram.

A grainy, black-and-white image.

Tiny. Fragile.

> “You… you kept this?”

He nodded, eyes glassy.

> “You never told me… but I found out.”

> “I asked a nurse. I begged. She shouldn’t have told me anything. But I needed to know.”

> “And when I saw that image—I knew I lost more than just you that night.”

Tears slid down my cheeks.

For the baby we lost.

For the love we ruined.

For the truth we buried under ego and fear.

I didn’t know what to say.

So he said it for me.

> “Come with me,” he whispered.

> “Not now. Not forever.
Just tonight.
Let’s talk like we’re human again.
Like we never ended in silence.”

I should’ve said no.

I should’ve walked out and locked my heart behind the walls I spent six years building.

But instead…

I nodded.

And followed him out of the elevator.

Not knowing…

That by the next morning…

Everything would change.

TBC.....

🔥
💬 👉. African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

05/07/2025

💔 MY Ex Is MY BOSS Now. AND He Hasn’t FORGOTTEN Anything.” (PART 2)✅

Inside the envelope was a single photograph.
It was blurry… but unmistakable.
Me.
Six years ago.
Crying on the floor of a hospital hallway.
The same night I vanished from L.Korede’s life.
The night no one else knew about.

Unless…

He was there.
Unless he knew all along.
Unless he saw everything.

My hands trembled as I stared at the photo.
The hallway.
The chair.
My face swollen with grief.

I remember that night like a knife still lodged in my chest.

The night I found out I was pregnant.
And hours later… the night I lost the baby.

Alone.

Bleeding.
Heart shattered.
No one to call.

Because I had already pushed Korede away too far to bring him back.

But now…

He had the photo.

Proof that he knew something.

But how?

How long had he known?

And why now?

I walked straight to his office, my fists tight and my chest burning.

“Korede,” I said, pushing the door open, “Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t look surprised.

Instead, he gestured to the chair across from him and said calmly:

> “Sit. There’s more you need to know.”

I didn’t sit.

> “Why do you have that photo?”
“Who gave it to you?”

He looked up and finally said:

> “I didn’t get it from anyone. I took it.”

My knees buckled.

> “You… were there?”

He nodded.

> “I followed you that night. I had a feeling something was wrong.”

> “I watched you from a distance. I saw you go into the hospital.”

> “I saw you break down.”

My breath caught.

> “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He looked me in the eyes and whispered:

> “Because you didn’t want me.
And I didn’t want to be somewhere I wasn’t needed.”

That hit me like a slap.

Because he was right.

In my fear, my shame, my spiral—I pushed him out, even though a part of me had desperately wanted him to come after me.

And he did.

I just never knew.

Until now.

> “So what do you want from me, Korede?” I asked.

He looked at me long and hard before finally saying:

> “Closure. Honesty. A chance to look you in the eye and ask… why you ran from someone who would have stood by you.”

I swallowed hard.

> “Because I was scared,” I said. “Scared you’d see the weakest version of me. The girl who wasn’t ready. The girl who lost the baby and didn’t know how to hold herself together.”

His voice softened.

> “But I did see her. I still see her. And I don’t hate her. I never did.”

There was a long silence between us.

And then he said something that changed everything.

> “I’m not here for revenge.
But if you’re going to work under me… I need one truth.”

> “Did you ever really love me?”

I blinked.

Because that question had haunted me too.

Did I love him?

Or did I love who I was when I was with him?

And just as I was about to answer…

His phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, then looked back at me.

His face had changed.

Serious.

Tense.

> “You need to go. Now.”

> “Why?”

> “Because someone else knows you’re here. And they’re coming.”

I ran to the elevator.
Heart racing.
Who else knew?
What else had Korede not told me?

And why did I suddenly feel like…
this story wasn’t just about the past?

But a future I didn’t see coming.

One I might not survive.

TBC..
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African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw
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💭 What would YOU do if your ex knew everything you tried to hide — even your deepest heartbreak?

24/08/2024

Breaking News😭😭😭😭😭
Bus from Port Harcourt to Lagos carrying 18 passengers including 2 pregnant women and some children arrived Lagos safely by 6pm today 😳😳😳😳😳😳

Shout Hallelujah 🤪🤪🤪🤪
No be everytime we go dey read bad news biko😂

15/07/2024

UJUNWA : The Poor Orphan That Captures The Heart of a Rich Man 💸🤵

Final episode 30


Ujunwa accepted the offer of taking care of chief's daughter, infact it was a big honour to her to be asked to take care of the same daughter which he rarely gives people access to.
She wanted to make it up to Chief by all cost so she promised to take very good care of Emily.
When she saw Emily, she felt a kind of connection with her.
She took care of both her and Chief, made sure whatever they needed was available.

After a long while, news got back to chief concerning Emily and her actual parents.
Turns out that they found the couples that sold the child to Chief's sister.
They were arrested and questioned, they later confessed and mentioned the name of the nurse that sold them the child.
These two people were not even an actual couple but they just pretended to be married because of the kind of illegal jobs they do.
It took days before they could get to the nurse.
The nurse also confessed that she sells children all the time to couples and she didn't know that these particular couples were not trustworthy.
This story involved alot of people who later got arrested.
Through investigations, chief got the news that the child was the child of late Marcus and ujunwa.
Chief Douglas couldn't believe his ears, that Uju his former crush was the mother of his supposed daughter.
He cried and cried so bad but later consoled himself.
He called Uju's parents and ujunwa and told them the news.
He wants to officially handover Emily to them legally, since Emily was just 3 years old she had no idea of what was happening.

They all cred together.
Ujunwa never thought that she would ever see her daughter again after the great mistake she did.
God was indeed a God of Second Chance.
If you come to him as a sinner, he will receive you with open arms and Renew your life afresh.
Ujunwa was to make a decision since she was the only surviving parent of Emily.
She finally came to a conclusion that Chief Douglas should still father Emily since he has the capacity to give her the kind of life a child needs plus they are already connected from small.
Chief was super excited and glad.
Ujunwa promised to be around to give Emily the motherly care she needs.
And so they all agreed on that decision.
They organised a Thanksgiving party at chief house, to thank God for how far he has led them.

Months passed and years passed.
Emily started seeing Ujunwa as her mother since she was always there for her.
Everything was going on well for everyone.
Infact, Chief started developing feeling for ujunwa again but didn't want to say it, again.
He felt like ujunwa would reject him for the second time.
Unknowing to him they ujunwa too on the other hand wanted to be his wife so bad.
One thing led to another then Ujunwa and Chief Douglas were caught in the web of love.
Ujunwa confessed her feelings first to Chief, surprisingly Chief accepted her proposal.
It was shocking to everyone but they got married at last.
What must be, must be
Chief and Uju became a married couple and with in three months, ujunwa became pregnant again.
Scan showed that she was pregnant with twins.
It was indeed a thing of joy for her entire family.
Chief had all the money to take care of his new found family and he had peace of mind.
Ujunwa was super excited that she finally found a family of her own after the enemy snatched her biological parents and brother From her.
God can use anyone and anybody to bless you.
Ujunwa learnt the lessons of her life.
Her adopted parents sacrificed so much that one would even think that they were her actual parents and because of that sacrifice, God took them to greater heights were they didn't have to work or stress theirselves to make money anymore, they started enjoying life.
Each character, Each episode of this story gives us a lesson.
God never forgets his own.

The End..

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14/07/2024

UJUNWA : The Poor Orphan That Captures The Heart Of a Rich Man 💸🤵

PART 29✨

Chief Douglas asked mama uju why she wanted commiting su***de and so it was time for her to tell him about helping their daughter uju.
The couples narrated the entire story on how Ujunwa lost her child, got betrayed by her kate husband and also got arrested.

Chief then remembered that Ujunwa was still in prison since the person he sent to sort out her case was not capable of doing it. He became so surprised that he was actually conversing with the parents if his former love.
He remembered how he was deeply in love with Ujunwa then but she didn't want him.
Hearing all the story the couples narrated, he was heartbroken and angry at uju for making poor choices.
So immediately, he gave them one of his apartment in his estate so that they can pack in and stay permanently.
He also offer to pay them a disclosed amount monthly, get them a car, a driver and any worker the need.
Chief Douglas literally set them up for life and so he also promised to take Uju out of prison.
Chief made some calls with contacts he had in the police force and asked them to do something about Uju.

Within a month and two weeks, Ujunwa was released from prison and taken straight to the hospital because she was looking so malnourished and sick.
Her parents were super excited that God has finally vindicated them and their family.
Ujunwa stayed in the hospital for a while before brought back to the new house Chief got for her parents.
She didn't know how to act in front of chief, but she was extremely grateful and thankful that Chief allowed God use him to help her in times like this, indeed chief was a very good person.
Chief had no grudges in mind against ujunwa even after she betrayed him, he left everything in the past.

Later on, Ujunwa met chief and told him that she wants a job because she can't bear staying idle, chief told her that first she's not in a good state to start a job and also, she cannot have her previous position back because he isn't back to work himself but Uju continued pleading and so he decided to let her stay with him and help him take care of his supposed daughter Emily.
Since she had worked with him before, he was sure that Uju would do the job properly.

Ujunwa accepted the offer of taking care of chief's daughter, infact it was a big honour to her to be asked to take care of the same daughter which he rarely gives people access to.
She wanted to make it up to Chief by all cost so she promised to take very good care of Emily.
When she saw Emily, she felt a kind of connection with her.
She took care of both her and Chief, made sure whatever they needed was available.
After a long while, news got back to chief concerning Emily and her actual parents.
To be continued ...✍️
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