He Barbers Hair By Day And Wickedly SELL The Hair At NIGHT To A Beautiful..#story #folklore #tales – Ty

Many years ago in a small village of Eco there lived a young man named Obina. Obina was a baba but he doesn’t have any customer. Most times Obina can come out and stay at his shop from morning till night without any single person coming to bab hair. It affected him financially and unfortunately for him he also has a sick mother to look after.

Obina was very poor. He was always owing rent. Every month landlord would always come Oina. The man would shout from outside where is my money this boy. Obina would come out and start begging. Sometimes he would hed so that the landlord would not see him. But hiding wouldn’t help his matter.

So he had no choice than to always come out and beg the landlord. Landlord, I beg. Give me one more week. He would say, “Business is very slow. I never see customer like that.” The landlord would hiss and continue shouting at him. You we be baba we not get customer. How many people you don’t babb hair this week now? How you going to pay me B this? Eh abi you want to use your clipper cut my rent what is it now but now would assure the landlord landlord customer they come but now small more small you know things are really hard please I go pay you just

give me one more week and that was how he will continue to beg for one more week after the last landlord’s visit Obina could not get himself he kept on shouting God I beg why Me? Why me? Customers know they pass this shop. Eh, even if they won’t come, I go they bab only five people here once in a week. Which kind nonsense be this? But I beg, answer my prayer.

On top of that, my mama know well. Obina was busy lamenting one fateful day after the landlord came and disgraced him again in front of the whole neighbors. The mother heard what was happening and called him. Oh, calm down. You will not give up. Oh, my son. You hear? I know say I am sick, but you not go give up. Oh, man.

No, because man, just be careful. Things will not be like this forever, my son. Calm down. God will see us through. Obina assured the mother that he has not given up. He’s still hoping on God to bless them. That same day, Obina prayed, “Tidy up the house,” and left for the shop. When he got to the shop, he also prayed, opened the shop, and sat by the door, finding himself, just bluring through his phone.

Nobody had really come in. He was just sitting down there praying for at least one or two customers to come. Just then, a woman approached him. She was looking beautiful. young and expensive and she was also on low court. Smiled immediately citing the woman. Welcome, ma. Good afternoon, ma. What can I do for you? The woman then replied, “Nothing too much.

Are you the baba?” “Yes, ma.” I bab anywhere. I bab anybody. Even you as a woman, I can see your look. I bab you, ma. I’m a very good baba. H, that’s interesting. Well, it seems like you don’t have much customer like that. Yes, ma’am. H it’s not always like this. So, business is just slow for now. Don’t worry. That is why I came to help you. Help me.

Now was confused asking the woman, “I don’t understand, ma.” The woman sat down on the chair like a queen and then introduced herself. My name is Madame Sarah. I buy hair. You mean hair? Like human hair. Yes. Cut hair from your customers from anywhere. I buy it. Huh? Hair. But for what, ma’am? What are you using it for? Don’t ask too much questions. It’s for my business.

Just bring the hair in big sack or any amount you can get. I will pay you 10 times what you make in one week. I won’t stop there. I’m going to explain to you this hair. I use it to make wigs. You know all these five five wigs that ladies wear. Yes, we use real human hair to make wigs. Nasa jumped 10 times. Wow.

Obin start thinking of his mother taking the mother to the hospital. The landlord coming to come and embarrass him almost every time. Um ma I I will I will I will bring it. Ma, don’t worry. As far as I have customer, don’t worry yourself. The hair is coming towards you. So ma, when do you need the hair? Well, if you can get the hair for me every night, perfect.

If you can get it every 2 days, anybody that cuts hair, just gather them, bring it to me. But you would only bring them to me every night. There is this abandoned school at the edge of the town. Do you know it, Dabby? That old St. It has bring them there, I’ll be waiting for you. Remember, anytime you bring those hair, I’m going to pay you 10 times what you make in a day.

Immediately, the woman left. Obina felt like God just answered his prayers. He was jumping up and down. Wow. See, poverty has finished my life. But I’m about to smile very soon. And from that day onwards, everything changed. Every short, long, straight, curly hair that Opina caught in his shop, straight to the woman.

At some point, it was as if he wasn’t getting enough. He now decided to do promo. Come and bab your hair. Bring three people and pay for one person. And that was how people started rushing open shop. Mothers brought their children. Friends introduced each other to that place. Obina knows how to bab very very well.

So that was not a problem. And that was how Obina’s life changed. His shop boomed. And every night he will part those hair and go and give it to Madame Sarah in that old school. The reward always make Obina to come back more and more. The woman sometimes gives him 20 times the money he had given him before and Obina was so excited and happy to bring in more hair for her.

With that little life changing Obina did for himself. People started admiring his success now. Wow. Obina shock confine. He also took his mother to the hospital and got a better treatment. He paid his rent. Even the landlord was shocked that he could pay a rent that he has been owing for over 2 years.

But in less than 3 months since Obina started giving that woman the hair of the people he babs something strange began to happen in eco. People started falling sick unnecessarily. You can be walking on the road and suddenly the person will faint. When rushed to the hospital nothing would be seen until the person pass away.

Children are not left out. Most of them no longer eat in their mother’s house. They see bad dreams everywhere. Everyone who had bad hair in Obina shop, they complain of one thing or the other. It was as if something was sucking life out of all of them. Some started getting lean for no reason. But nobody knew.

Nobody thought of Obina. Nobody had ever suspected him at first. But only one woman in Iku was the one that first started suspecting Obina. Her name was Mama. She saw roasted plantain by the roadside near Obina’s Baba shop. The woman being an elderly woman had always observed things around her.

There is nothing that happen around her she doesn’t see. She notices everything but choose not to talk. She also noticed that suddenly Obina’s shop became busy in the day but late in the night when everybody would be sleeping he’ll be moving around like a ghost. Unfortunately for Obina man saw him one night carrying big sack of hair.

The woman was wondering what was going on and why Obina would be out by that time of the day. Before the woman could confront him, Obina vanished. She thought to herself, “This cannot be a coincidence.” So why is it that today of all days that I forgot something at my shop? That is the day I saw Obina moving around with a sack in the middle of the night. Mama Jay asked herself.

So she decided to keep an eye on him. The next night, Mama Jed came out exactly that same time and she saw Obina again. The same time, the same sack. H something is not pure, she said to herself. And on the third night, she made up her mind that she must follow Obina to wherever he’s going.

But before mama man took that dangerous bath, she first told her daughter that she is suspecting that her neighbor Obina the baba boy is doing something bad because tell me why suddenly most people that goes to that shop started getting sick and dying all of a sudden. And the day I forgot money under that my small rack my dear I said I cannot leave that money before thief will come and take it.

That was how I left the house almost middle of the night. I went picked my money and as I was coming I saw with a sack. I do not know what was inside the sack but that guy that boy was acting suspicious. He was looking around while walking. I decided to try again. The next day I went there and guess what? I still saw him again with another sack sneaking into somewhere.

H I said it the way the life of that boy changed overnight. It is not ordinary. I’m not a wicked person or a winch that said ah your life must not change but not that quick. Obina used to beg even me for plantain so that he and his mother would eat for the night. But all of a sudden this boy changed started offering free haircuts and I will not rest until I found out where he always go in the middle of the night.

The daughter was worried warned her mother. Mama please. Sometimes some things is not your business for you to put your mouth into. Why not leave this boy alone? Let let God be the judge. I beg. But my man did refused. How can I leave him alone? Let God be the judge. Are you listening to yourself? You have two brothers.

Imagine two of your brothers go to his shop to go and bab and came back fell sick and the two of them died. What would you do? So you want me to sit down and watch such evil penetrate in this small community? I will not do such a thing. No. Ah, I must find out. The only reason why I’m telling you is in case of anything happens. But I’ll be very very careful.

But they refused. Mama, since you are going, the two of us will go. You cannot be extra careful with someone as young as he. He’s a very smart young man. So we need to trade with caution. I need to escort you, mama, so that I will be 100% sure that you are safe. I will keep my distance.

Please mama, you need to be very careful. I know that if I say no, don’t go, you will not listen. That is why I’m going to follow you. Mama G had no choice than to agree. And on that third night, the two of them came out of the house and they sneaked closer to the shop. Exactly that same time, Mama Jay used to see Obina.

He came inside his shop and packed the hair that he cut for the day. pack it inside a sack and took it out. He was working while mama jid and was walking behind him slowly and they were on bare foot so that would not even in his slightest mind noticed that someone was behind him. Rama Jay and the daughter followed to the abandoned school.

It’s one of them now standing confused. What is he doing inside an abandoned school here? I know this boy is not ordinary and I must find out what is going on. But as Obina entered inside that abandoned school became really scared. Mama please we need to go. I’m no longer comfortable. Ha. This is not looking good at all. I’m no longer comfortable at all.

Mama, please we need to go. But my man Jay had already made up her mind. Why would she go back now? If she turn back now, she may never know what was going on and one day that thing she was scared of might reach her own house. No, you can go back. As for me, I will not try it. I will enter that school. I will go and see what that boy is up to.

Jana suggested they should go around the school and see if they would see any broken wall they can use to enter the compound. And luckily for them there was from the broken wall they were able to see Obina very clear and they saw him handing over the sack to the woman and collecting a huge amount of money.

They had to cover their mouths because this surprised them. What is Obina selling? Immediately after Obina dropped the sack and collecting his money, he left. But mama man and Jed did not leave. Few minutes later, another group and set of people came out and that woman laid down all the hair in the middle of a candle and started shanting on it.

Mama J was so shocked. too could not believe what she just witnessed. Immediately Uniday and the mother witnessed this. They ran as their feet could carry them. They ran back home. They were panting so hard. Hey, I said it. Hey, I said it. Mama J kept on lamenting. This boy’s hand is not normal.

Oh, I know that his hand is not clean. His hand is bending one side. J, I told you. Are you seeing what I’m telling you now? This boy is packing people’s hair and selling it to a ritualist. Hey, Obina is wicked though. So this is how he sold his soul just for him to be big. Make it big in this life. Who wonder his life changed suddenly and everybody’s envying rubbish.

Yeah, I will not keep quiet though. I will tell the whole world. I will tell anybody that cares to listen. Hope now will not go scotfree on this one. Lie lie. As young as he is, is this wicked? Never. Supported the mother and early in the morning. And the mother went straight to one of the elders in the village when they got there.

But the elder was asking Mama Jay what brought her early in the morning inside his house. We are not safe. Mama J started. The elder was confused. What happened? Woman, can you talk? Why are you looking frightened? What is it? H Se, we are not safe in this our community. What me and my daughter witnessed last night. It is evil what happened? The elder asked her again.

It is all been now my neighbor that babs her. Every night he will carry sack and move and go to one abandoned school, meet a strange woman, give the woman the sack and the woman will pay him. He will come back and everybody felt like, “Oh, probably lock has found obi now. His business is booming.

” But guess what? The day I forgot my money on top of my table, the little skies I was using to roast my plantain. That was the day I caught him red-handed. I was wondering what Obina is doing outside in the middle of the night carrying sack. So me and my daughter made up our mind to follow him yesterday and we did. Guess what? This boy is selling people’s hair and he’s being paid for it.

And the woman is using the hair for ritual. We saw the woman burning the hair chanting some strange language on top of the hair. What we use our eyes to see yesterday night. This our mouth we cannot finish talking about it. The elderly man stared at her in shock. What? So opener is selling the hair that is barbing in his shop to another woman and the woman is using it to do ritual.

That is why a lot of young young boys are dying in this community one after the other. H abomination. That same morning the elders summoned other elders in the village and they called Obina. Obina appeared not knowing that his secret is already out. They now start questioning him. Mama jid was seated by the side looking at him in a very angry way.

One of the elders stood and asked, “Where do you go every night? Midnight in particular.” Obina was shocked. He wasn’t expecting that question. I I can’t talk. Oh, I took a note. The elders stared at him. Oats with who? For what? If I talk, I will die you. That’s what the woman told me. The elders immediately sent out for the chief priest of the community.

When the chief priest came, they asked him to check if he’s actually under any oath. If not, they will force him to confess. But if he is, he should undo any oath that would hand him. The chief priest looked at him, “Do some little incantation.” And afterwards pointed towards him, “You are not under any oath, young man.

Speak freely and nothing shall happen to you.” Mina confidently stood and now said, “Well, a woman approached me at my shop one faithful day and she told me that if I bring her for her that she’s going to give me 10 times what I make in a day.” I then asked her what she’s going to do with the hair.

She told me that she uses it for wig making. She went as far as showing me the wigs she made with the one she has been collecting from others. I believed her, but she asked me to be dropping the wig for her every 12 a.m. in the midnight and she will pay me my money. And that was what I’ve been doing now.

I do not see anything wrong in that. The chief priest turned towards him and said to the elders, “He’s speaking the truth.” The young man does not know that the woman is lying to him. She lied and told him that she’s using the hair to be making weak whereas she’s using the hair for rituals just to empower herself and enrich her pockets. Now was shocked. No, that’s not true.

She told me she was using the hair for a week. But the chief priest, the ex told everyone that the woman is not an ordinary person. Started crying like a baby. I did not know. Hey, what have I done? Hey, she said it was for we go. I do know the hair is for ritual. I’m already just a poor boy.

The mother was sick and I needed money. I thought it was the perfect way to make money. Please, people should forgive me. I did not know that the hair was being used for ritual. I drop it off, she pays me, and I leave. I don’t know what she does with the hair afterwards. But nobody want to listen to Obina anymore.

And that’s because a lot of young boys, a lot of men have died mysteriously in the village. Some didn’t even get sick. Some slept and did not wake up. A lot of thing has been happening ever since that woman entered the village. So out of that anger, most of the villagers carried stone and stick and started hitting Obina.

But the chief priest stopped them and told them the best thing to do is to cast away the woman out of the village. Then he devised a plan to continue giving the woman her which means Obina will go there that same night and give the woman her but she will be caught in her own trap. Obina agreed that he will do anything to make everything right.

That night Obina packed the hair he cut for the day and went straight to that abandoned school. When he got there, he saw the woman. The woman paid him as usual. Immediately, Obina stepped out of that place. The chief priest and some youth boys that was already fortified in case of danger.

They captured the woman that night and she was burnt to ashes. Babina couldn’t live with the shame of causing so many deaths in the community. He decided to leave with his mother. But the chief priest told him whether he leaves or not he must be punished and his punishment is that his hands will shake forever and he will never use that hands to b anyone in his life.

And that was how Obina began to live with the punishment that he can never use his hands to do anything useful ever again. Was that punishment too much for him or should he be given a second chance? Who do you think besties? Tell me in the comment section and don’t forget to tell us where you are commenting from.

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The Deadly Trade: A Barber’s Greed, a Mysterious Ritual, and the Village He Almost Destroyed

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In the quiet, unassuming village of Eco, the rhythm of life was simple, dictated by the rising sun and the daily toil of its residents. Among them was Obina, a young man who had taken up the trade of barbering. Obina was a man of good intentions but dwindling prospects. His shop, once a source of modest hope, had become a tomb of silence. Day after day, he sat by his shop door, waiting for customers who never arrived. His financial desperation was not merely a matter of pride; it was a matter of survival. With a sick mother relying on him for care and a landlord whose patience had long since eroded, Obina was suffocating under the weight of his own failures.

The cycle of disgrace was relentless. The landlord’s shouts, echoing through the village as he demanded rent Obina could not pay, became a source of profound public humiliation. Obina’s pleas for “one more week” were met with nothing but disdain. Yet, in the face of this crushing poverty, Obina held onto a flickering candle of faith, praying for a breakthrough, a sign, anything to alter the trajectory of his family’s suffering.

Then, the breakthrough arrived, draped in the clothes of elegance and wealth. Madame Sarah appeared at his shop—young, beautiful, and carrying an air of expensive sophistication that stood in jarring contrast to Obina’s dilapidated surroundings. She made an offer that seemed like a lifeline: she would pay him ten times his weekly earnings for the hair he cut from his customers. Her explanation, though curt, seemed plausible—she used human hair to manufacture high-end wigs.

For Obina, it was the answer to every prayer he had whispered into the dark. The thought of providing his mother with proper medical care and silencing his landlord’s mockery eclipsed any lingering doubts. He didn’t ask further questions, blinded by the golden promise of financial salvation. The arrangement was simple: he would gather the hair, pack it into sacks, and deliver it to an abandoned school at the edge of town every night at midnight.

As the weeks passed, Obina’s fortunes underwent a transformation that bordered on the miraculous. His shop, once a barren expanse, became the busiest hub in Eco. He initiated promotions, offering free haircuts and incentives that ensured a constant stream of patrons. He paid his debts, provided for his mother, and began to enjoy the lifestyle of a man who had finally escaped the clutches of poverty. However, as Obina prospered, a shadow began to stretch across the village.

The first signs were subtle—a young woman fainting on the road, children plagued by nightmarish visions, a lingering sickness that defied the diagnostic wisdom of local healers. Then, the deaths began. Young men, seemingly vibrant one day, would pass away in their sleep the next. A pall of inexplicable dread descended upon Eco. While the villagers mourned and wondered at the malaise, one resident remained observant: Mama J.

An elderly woman of sharp intellect and keen senses, Mama J had spent her life watching the patterns of her community. She noted the strange bustle of Obina’s shop by day and his spectral movements by night. When she witnessed him sneaking into the darkness with a heavy sack, the pieces of the puzzle began to align. Driven by a fierce protective instinct for the village’s youth, she recruited her daughter to join her in a dangerous vigil.

On the third night of their watch, they followed Obina to the decrepit school. Peering through a break in the wall, they witnessed the unthinkable. Obina handed over the sack of hair to Madame Sarah, who proceeded to ignite it within a circle of candles, chanting in an unrecognizable tongue. It was not a wig-making workshop; it was a theater of the occult. The realization that Obina was fueling a ritualistic slaughter of his own neighbors left the mother and daughter paralyzed with horror.

The path from the school to the village elders was a sprint fueled by terror. Upon learning the truth—that the very hair Obina was collecting was being used to harvest the life force of the village’s youth—the elders acted with immediate resolve. They summoned the chief priest, who verified that Obina was not acting under an oath of compulsion, but by his own free will.

The confrontation that followed was a public reckoning. Obina, stripped of his defensive lies, confessed to his actions, his pleas for forgiveness drowned out by the collective rage of a community that had been decimated by his greed. He maintained that he had been deceived, that he believed the hair was meant for wigs, but the damage was irreversible. The lives lost could not be reclaimed.

In a display of communal justice, the villagers and the chief priest orchestrated a final act. Under the guise of a routine delivery, Obina returned to the school that night, providing the opportunity for the village youth to capture Madame Sarah. She was consumed by the very flames she had used to ignite her dark rituals.

For Obina, there was no return to the life he had built. While he was spared the physical violence of the villagers, his punishment was dictated by the chief priest. As a lasting mark of his transgression and to ensure he could never again ply his trade of barbering, his hands were cursed to shake with an unceasing tremor. He was left with the crushing reality of his choices, a man who had traded the sanctity of human life for the fleeting comfort of wealth.

The story of Eco is one that lingers in the minds of the villagers, a somber cautionary tale about the cost of shortcuts and the insidious nature of greed. It serves as a reminder that the path to prosperity, when paved with the exploitation of others, inevitably leads to the ruin of the one walking it. Obina lived out his days in the village, a man whose hands—once used to serve—were now silent, living monuments to the weight of his betrayal. The village eventually recovered, but the memory of the barber who sold his neighbors’ lives remains a testament to the fact that some sacrifices, once made, can never be undone.