PART2: HER MOTHER SOLD HER TO A RICH WOMAN… WHAT HAPPENED NEXT SHOCKED EVERYONE! – Ty

The day Neca returned to Nio from Egod’s compound, the sun was still bright in the sky. She walked along the dusty path with his servant who helped carry the wooden chest of carries. The servant also led two goats tied with rope. Behind them, another servant carried bundles of cloth and food. Neca’s heart felt light.

For many years she had walked the same path with empty hands and tired feet. But this time was different. This time she was returning home with wealth. Her mind was full of thoughts. Soon she would not be the poor widow people pied. Soon she would have land. Soon she would build a better house. Soon she would walk through the market with pride.

When she reached the village, people noticed immediately. A group of women sitting near a well stopped talking when they saw her coming. One woman whispered, “Is that Neca?” Another woman stood up to look more closely. “It is her.” Their eyes widened when they saw the goats and the chest. The women exchanged looks. Neca lifted her chin slightly and continued walking.

Inside her chest, pride began to grow. She arrived at her small compound just as Obianu stepped out of the hut. Obiuj froze when she saw the servants. Her eyes move from the goats to the bundles to the wooden chest. Mama. Neca smiled widely. My daughter, look. The servant placed the chest on the ground. Neca opened it slowly. Inside were many shining curries.

Obianuju stared in disbelief. “Where did all this come from?” “My lady kept her promise,” Neca said proudly. Obanuju felt a cold feeling spread through her stomach. “You mean she gave you all this already?” “Yes.” Obianuju stepped closer to the chest. “There are too many?” Neca laughed. “And this is only the beginning.

” Obianu looked at her mother carefully. What do you mean? My lady said there will be more. Obanuju felt uneasy. More? Yes. When Ad gives birth. Obanuju clenched her fists. The words hurt her heart. Where is Ad now? Neca waved her hand casually. She is comfortable. Opanuj’s voice rose slightly. You left her there. Of course, mama.

She will return when everything is finished. Obanoju shook her head. You trust them too easily. Neca’s smile faded. You worry too much. She pointed to the goats. Look at these animals. She lifted one of the cloth bundles. Look at these rappers. Then she gestured to the chest. And look at this wealth. Her voice grew louder.

Do you still think I made the wrong choice? Opianuji remained silent. Something inside her did not feel right. But Anka had already begun celebrating. She called neighbors, “Come and see what fortune has brought to my compound.” Within a short time, many villagers gathered. Women crowded around the goats.

Men peered into the chest of cowies. Children whispered excitedly. One woman spoke loudly. Neca, what miracle has happened? Neca stood proudly, “My daughter has gone to serve a great household.” Another woman asked, “And they paid you this much? This is only the beginning.” People murmured among themselves. Some were impressed, some were jealous, others were suspicious.

Later that evening, the crowd slowly disappeared. The compound became quiet again. Obanuju sat outside the hut staring at the goats. Neca sat beside the chest of curries counting them again and again. Finally, Obanuju spoke. Mama, yes, I still do not like this. Na sighed. You will like it when our suffering ends. Obanu shook her head.

My heart tells me something is wrong. Inka closed the chest firmly. Your heart talks too much. The next morning, Inka woke early. But this time, she did not weave baskets. Instead, she walked through the village market wearing one of the new rappers a goodie had given her. The cloth was bright and beautiful. People noticed.

Women whispered as she passed, “Look at Neca. Where did she get that rapper? She was poor just last week. Neca heard them, but she only smiled. She bought food she had not tasted in years. Fresh fish, palm oil, salt. She even bought roasted meat from a market store. When she returned home, she cooked a large meal.

Obanuju watched quietly. Mama, she said slowly. Yes. Where is the money for all this coming from? Neca laughed from the place where our fortune has finally opened. Days passed. Neca began making bigger plans. One afternoon, she stood outside her hut speaking with a builder. I want a larger house here, she said.

The builder looked around the small compound. How large? Two rooms, maybe three. The man scratched his head. that will cost many calories. Smiled confidently. I have cowies. The builder nodded. I will begin tomorrow. Soon people in Duru began talking even more. At the well, women whispered. This change is too sudden.

Something about it feels strange. Another woman spoke quietly. Did you hear where her daughter went? Yes, to the noble woman’s compound. H the woman lowered her voice. I do not trust that place. The rumors began to spread slowly through the village. Obanuju heard some of them. Each rumor made her heart heavier. One evening, she sat alone outside the hut.

The new construction had begun. Wooden PS lay stacked near the compound. builders would arrive tomorrow, but Obanuju did not feel happy. Her thoughts were only about Adise. She remembered the uneasy look on her sister’s face before she left. She remembered the strange feeling in her own chest that day. Something was wrong.

She could feel it. Finally, she stood up. “I cannot sit here anymore,” she said quietly to herself. She walked into the hut where Neca was sorting calories. Mama. Yes, I am going to visit Ada. Neca looked up quickly. No. Why? Because she’s busy serving her new household. She is my sister. She will return when the work is finished. Obanuju shook her head.

I want to see her. Inka’s voice grew firm. You will not go there. Obanuju’s eyes flashed. You cannot stop me. Yes, I can. Why? Because you will cause trouble. Obanuju stepped closer. Mama, something is wrong. Anka slammed the chest shut. Nothing is wrong. Then why are you afraid to let me visit? Anka did not answer immediately.

Finally, she said, because great households do not welcome visitors easily. Obanuju crossed her arms. I will go anyway. Neka stood up angrily. If you go there and embarrass me, do not return to this house. Obanu stared at her mother. The words hurt, but she did not argue further. Instead, she walked outside and sat beneath a tree. Her mind was already made up.

She would find a way to see Adise, even if she had to go secretly. But before she could carry out her plan, tragedy struck. 3 days later, early in the morning, a group of villagers rushed into the village square shouting. “Something terrible has happened.” People bothered. “What happened? Who is hurt?” A man spoke loudly.

“We found a body on the bush path.” “Whose body?” someone asked. The man’s face looked pale. It is Neca. The word spread through the crowd like fire. Obanuju heard the noise and came running. “What are you saying?” The villagers looked at her sadly. “Come,” one woman said gently. They walked together down the path.

Soon they reached the place. Neca lay on the ground beside the road. Her rapper was torn. Her body was still. Obanuju felt her legs weaken. “Mama.” She fell to her knees beside the body. The wooden chest she usually carried was gone. The bag of cowies she had taken to the market that morning had disappeared.

Some villagers shook their heads. It must be robbers. Yes, someone must have seen her carrying money. Others whispered quietly. But why kill her? Something about this feels strange. Obanuju held her mother’s cold hand. Tears ran down her face. Mama, why did you walk this path alone? The villagers lifted the Neka’s body and carried it back to the village.

By evening, the news had spread across India. People mourned her, but whispers continued. This was not ordinary robbery. Too much money was involved. Something else is behind this. Obanuju sat quietly beside her mother’s body that night. Her tears slowly dried. In their place, something else grew inside her heart. Anger, determination.

She looked towards the distant forest path. “My sister is still there,” she whispered. Her voice became stronger. “And now I will find the truth.” The day after Neca was buried, was quiet. The small village that had once been full of whispers about Neca’s sudden wealth was now filled with sorrowful voices.

Women gathered near the compound, shaking their heads in sadness. Men spoke in low tones as Bill walked along the paths. But inside Neca’s compound, the silence was deeper than anywhere else. Ubonuju sat outside the hut alone. The new wooden poles that had been brought to build the bigger house still lay scattered on the ground.

The builders had not returned after hearing about Neca’s death. The gods that the Neca had bought wandered around the compound slowly chewing grass without understanding that their owner was gone. Obonuju watched them with empty eyes. She had cried the night before until her throat hurt. But now her tears had stopped.

Instead of sadness, something stronger had taken its place. Her heart was filled with questions. Questions that would not allow her to rest. She remembered how quickly Neca’s life had changed. She remembered the large chest of cowies. She remembered the promises a good made. And most of all, she remembered Ada. Adise was still in a good compound, alone.

A cold fear spread through Objon’s chest. She stood slowly. “I cannot sit here doing nothing,” she whispered. She walked into the hut and tied a cloth tightly around her waist. Then she stepped out onto the village path. “If she wanted answers, she would have to start asking questions.” The first place she went was the village square.

Several elders often sat there during the day discussing village matters or simply watching people pass. When Objonu arrived, three elderly men were seated on wooden stools beneath a large tree. They stopped talking when they saw her approaching. One of them sighed gently, “My daughter, we are sorry for your loss.” Objonu bowed her head. Thank you.

Another elder looked at her kindly. Your mother’s death has brought sadness to this village. Objonu nodded slowly. Yes. The third elder leaned forward slightly. You should be resting with your family. Objonu looked up. I came because I need answers. The elders exchanged glances. What answers? Objonu spoke carefully. My mother’s wealth came from the noble woman.

The elders became quiet. One of them frowned slightly. Yes, we heard about that. Obanu continued, “My sister Aday is living in a good compound.” Another elder shifted uncomfortably. “That is true.” Obonuj took a deep breath. Tell me honestly, what do you know about a good? The elders were silent for a moment. Finally, one of them spoke.

my daughter. Some people say that girls who go to her compound do not always return. Bonuji’s chest heightened. What do you mean? The old man shrugged slowly. Some say those girls leave the village and start new lives elsewhere. But others say that something darker happens inside that compound.

A cold feeling moves through Obonuj’s body. Do you believe those stories? The elder said, “We do not know the truth, but rumors do not grow without reason.” Objonuj thanked them quietly and walked away. Her mind was racing. She needed more information. Later that afternoon, she went to the Inquir market.

Many traders there came from distant villages and traveled often. If anyone had passed near Agod’s compound, they might know something. She stopped near a trader who sold dried fish. “Good afternoon,” the trader nodded. “Good afternoon. I want to ask you something.” The trader looked curious. “What is it? Have you ever passed near Egod’s compound?” The trader’s expression changed slightly.

“Yes, what do you know about that place?” The man lowered his voice. “I only passed the road outside and I have seen strange things.” What kind of things? The trader looked around before answering. Sometimes at night, I hear crying. Obanuju’s heart skipped. Crying? Yes, a woman crying loudly. Another trader who was listening nearby joined the conversation.

I have heard the same thing. Obanu turned to him. When? Many times. What does it mean? The man shrugged. I do not know but that compound is not peaceful. Obanuju felt fear building inside her. Have you ever seen girls leaving the compound? The two traders looked at each other. Finally, one of them said quietly. Very few. The other nodded.

Yes, but we have seen girls being taken inside. How many? Obanuju asked. Many. Obanu felt her hands begin to shake. She thanked them and left the market. Her mind was full of troubling thoughts. That evening she visited a traveler who had recently arrived in the village. The man had been resting under a tree near the road. Obanuju approached him carefully.

Sir, may I ask you something? The traveler nodded. Yes. Have you passed the road near Agod’s compound? The traveler’s eyes widened slightly. Yes. What do people say about that place? The man scratched his beard slowly. In the villages I passed, people talk about missing girls. Obanuji felt her stomach twist. Missing girls? Yes.

Families say their daughters left with promises of wealth and then they were never seen again. Obanuju felt a cold wave of fear. Do people know where they went? The traveler shook his head. Some say they went to Agod’s compound. Obanuju’s heart pounded and no one went to look for them. The traveler side, “Eigoi is powerful. People fear her influence.

” Obanuji thanked him quietly and walked away. By the time the sun began to set, she had heard enough stories to make her deeply afraid, but she still needed to see the truth with her own eyes. That night, she prepared herself. She tied a dark cloth around her body. She wrapped another cloth around her head so she would not be easily recognized.

Then she stepped quietly onto the path leading out of India. The night air was cool. The moon had not yet risen. Crickets sang loudly in the grass. Obianidi walked quickly through the forest path. Her heart bet loudly in her chest, but she did not turn back. After some time, she saw the tall clay walls in the distance. A good compound.

Even in the darkness, the walls looked enormous. Obanoju crouched behind thick bushes. She slowly moved closer until she was near enough to see the gate. Two guards stood outside holding spears. Torches burned beside them. She stayed hidden in the shadows. The compound looked quiet. Servants moved occasionally inside the courtyard.

For a while, nothing happened. Then suddenly, a scream pierced the night. Obanuju froze. It was a woman’s scream. Another cry followed, loud, painful. It sounded like someone was suffering terribly. Obanuju’s heart jumped into her throat. The cries continued. Now she could hear other voices, women speaking urgently. A man giving orders.

Then the cry came again, long, agonizing. Obanuju’s body began to tremble. She had heard that sound before in the village when a woman was giving birth. Her eyes widened. “Oh no,” she whispered. The cries continued for several minutes. Obanuju pressed closer to the wall, trying to hear more clearly. A woman’s voice shouted, “Push!” Another voice said, “The baby is coming.” Obanuju’s mind raced.

Her thoughts moved quickly to Adai. “What if that is her?” she whispered. Fear gripped her heart. Ada had only been in the compound for a short time, but the possibility made Obanuju feel sick. The cry slowly faded. Then the sound of a baby crying filled the air. The tiny cry echoed through the night.

Obanuju felt tears rise in her eyes. She did not know why, but the sound made her chest ache. Moments later, she heard footsteps and voices moving quickly inside the compound. Then everything became quiet again. too quiet. Obanuju remained hidden behind the bushes for a long time. Her mind replayed everything she had heard.

The rumors, the missing girls, the stories from travelers, the cry of a woman giving birth inside the compound. Slowly, the truth began to settle in her mind. Adise was not simply living in a rich household. She might be trapped inside something much darker, something dangerous, something that had already swallowed many girls before her.

Obanuju clenched her fists. “I will not let them take my sister,” she whispered. Her voice was quiet but filled with determination. The night wind moved through the trees around her. And as she slowly turned and began walking back towards Indu, her heart had already made a promise.

No matter how powerful Egodi was, no matter how dangerous the compound might be, she would find a way to save Adise, even if she had to risk everything. Morning came slowly to the kingdom of Un. The sun rose behind the tall trees and spread soft golden light across the village paths. Smoke lifted from cooking fires as women prepared food for their families.

Farmers walked toward their farms carrying tools on their shoulders. But inside the compound of Neca, the morning felt different. Obanuju had not slept. All night she had sat outside her mother’s hut, thinking about what she had heard near Agood’s compound. The cry of the woman in labor still echoed in her mind.

The sound had been full of pain. And after the cry, the sound of a baby. Her heart would not rest. She looked toward the path leading out of the village. “My sister is inside that place,” she whispered. Her voice trembled slightly, and I do not know what they are doing to her. She stood up slowly.

Her body felt tired from the long walk she had taken the night before, but her mind was full of determination. If the village would not act, then she would force them to listen. She walked toward the center of the village where the elders usually gathered. Under the large tree in the village square, several elders were already seated.

They were old men with gray hair and deep lines on their faces. They sat on wooden stools leaning on their walking sticks while discussing matters of the village. When Obanu approached, they noticed her immediately. One of the elders looked at her with concern. My daughter, you should still be mourning your mother. Obanuju bowed her head respectfully.

I am mourning her, but I also need justice. The elders exchanged glances. Justice? One of them asked. Obiano stepped forward. Yes. The oldest elder leaned forward slightly. What do you mean? Objanu spoke carefully. My mother did not die by chance. The elders became quiet. What are you saying? Another elder asked. Obanuju continued.

My sister Adai is living in a good compound. Several elders nodded slowly. Yes, we know that. But I believe something terrible is happening there. The elders looked uncomfortable. One of them raised his hand. You must be careful with your words. Obanuj’s voice became stronger. I am careful, but I am also telling the truth. Another elder shook his head.

You are accusing a noble woman. I am asking you to listen. The old man was silent for a moment. Finally, the oldest elder spoke again. What makes you think something terrible is happening in that compound? Obanoju took a deep breath. I have spoken to traders. I have spoken to travelers. I have heard many stories.

What stories? One elder asked. Stories about girls who enter the Good’s compound and never return. The elders shifted uneasily. One of them spoke softly. We have heard such rumors, but rumors are not proof. Obanuju’s eyes flashed. Last night I went near the compound. The elders sat up straighter. You went there? One asked sharply. Yes.

Why would you do something so dangerous? Because my sister is inside. The elders fell silent again. What did you see? The oldest elder asked. I heard the cry of a woman in labor. A few elders frowned. That is not unusual, but the sound came from inside the compound. One elder shrugged.

That may be normal if someone is giving birth. Obanuju held her head. No. Her voice dropped lower. The sounded like someone suffering. And the voices around her, they sounded afraid. The elders looked thoughtful. One of them spoke carefully. My daughter, even if what you say is true, it does not prove wrongdoing. Obanuju clenched her fists.

So you will do nothing. The elders hesitated. We must not accuse a powerful woman without evidence. Another elder added quietly. A good godi has influence in this kingdom. Objanu’s anger rose. So power protects evil. The elders remained silent. Finally, the oldest elders spoke again. This matter is heavy.

We cannot decide it alone. He turned to the others. We must consult the chief priest. The other elders nodded slowly. That is wise. Objanu felt a small spark of hope. When will we speak to him? Today. The oldest elder said, “We will go now.” The group of elders walked slowly through the village. Obanuju followed them.

They moved toward the sacred grove at the edge of Indu. The grove was a quiet place where tall trees grew thick and close together. In the center of the grove stood a small shrine built from clay and stone. This was the place where the chief priest lived and served the spirits of the land. When they arrived, the chief priest was already there. His name was Dia Aani.

He was an old man with deep, thoughtful eyes. His hair was white and he wore simple cloth around his waist. Beads hung from his neck and white chalk marked patterns on his arms. He sat quietly beside the shrine. When he saw the elders approaching, he stood slowly. “You have come early,” he said. The oldest elder bowed slightly.

“We come with a serious matter.” Dyafangi studied their faces. “I can see that.” His eyes moved toward Obanuju. “And who is this young woman?” The elder answered. She is Neca’s daughter. The priest nodded slowly. The woman who died on the bush path. Yes. Diaani looked at Obanuju carefully.

Why have you come? Obanuju spoke with respect. My sister is in danger. The priest listened quietly as she explained everything she had learned. She told him about the rumors. She told him about the missing girls. She told him about the cries she heard near Agood’s compound. When she finished, the grove was silent. Dibafani closed his eyes.

For a long time, he said nothing. The wind moved gently through the trees. Finally, he opened his eyes again. There is something troubling the spirits of this land. The elders looked at one another. What do you mean? One asked. For many weeks, I have felt a disturbance. The priest’s voice was calm but serious. The spirits are restless.

Obanuju felt her heart beat faster. What kind of disturbance? The priest looked toward the shrine. Something is wrong in Du. One elder frowned. Can the oracle reveal the truth? Diaani nodded slowly. Yes, then we must consult it. The elders agreed immediately. The priest walked toward the shrine and began preparing for the ritual.

He placed small objects carefully on a flat stone. Coweries, bones, sacred seeds. The elder stood quietly. Obanuju watched with nervous eyes. The priest lifted the objects and whispered prayers to the ancestors. His voice was low but powerful. After several moments, he threw the objects onto the stone. They scattered across its surface.

He studied them carefully. The elders waited. The silence grew heavy. Finally, the priest spoke. His voice sounded grave. Innocent blood has been shed. Obanuju felt chills run through her body. The elders exchanged worried looks. Innocent blood? Innocent blood? One asked. Yes. The priest’s eyes remained fixed on the objects. The ancestors are angry.

Why? Another asked. Because truth has been hidden. The oldest elder spoke carefully. hidden where the priest lifted his head slowly. Behind wealth, Obanuju’s heart pounded. Does the oracle speak of Egodi? She asked softly. The priest did not answer immediately. He studied the object again. Then he spoke quietly.

The oracle reveals that young lives have been taken. A gasp escaped one of the elders. Taken? Yes. And the spirits demand truth. The grove became silent again. The elders looked troubled. What must we do? One of them asked. The priest stood up slowly. This matter must reach the king. Later that afternoon, the elders gathered before the palace of Nou.

The palace was large and strong, built from clay walls and decorated with carved wood. Warriors stood near the entrance holding spears. When the elders arrived, the guards allowed them inside. The king sat in the central hall on a high wooden seat. His name was Iguay Nana. He was a tall man with strong shoulders and calm eyes.

His voice carried authority when he spoke. The elders bowed before him. My king, the oldest elder said, what brings you here? The elder spoke slowly. There is trouble in our land. The king leaned forward slightly. What trouble? The elder explained everything. He spoke about the rumors. He spoke about the oracle.

He spoke about the words of the chief priest. When he finished, the hall was quiet. The king looked thoughtful. “Innocent blood has been shed,” he repeated. Yes, my king. And the oracle demands truth. Yes. The king’s eyes turned toward Obanuju. You are the sister of the girl in a good compound. Yes, my king. Do you believe your sister is in danger? Obanuju lifted her head.

I do. The king remained silent for several seconds. Then he spoke firmly. If innocent blood has been shed in my kingdom, the truth must be found. The elders nodded. The king turned to his guards. Send warriors to investigate a good compound. The hall became still. No one is above the law of Nou. Not even a noble woman.

Obanuju felt relief fill her chest. For the first time since her mother’s death, hope entered her heart again. The truth was finally beginning to come to light and the investigation had begun. The sun had not fully risen when the palace of Indo became busy. Warriors moved quickly through the courtyard. Spears were checked. Shields were lifted.

Messengers hurried in and out carrying instructions. The king’s order had already spread through the palace like fire through dry grass. There would be an investigation at a good compound. No one knew exactly what they would find, but the words spoken by the chief priests and the oracle still echoed in everyone’s minds. Innocent blood has been shed.

The elders gathered near the palace gate. Some looked troubled, others looked determined. Among them stood Obony. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She had waited for this moment. She had waited for someone to finally listen. The king stepped out into the courtyard. The warriors bowed slightly. My king, the chief warrior said.

Iguain Nana looked at the group with calm authority. We will go to a good compound today, he said. His voice was steady but strong. We will search every part of that place. He looked at the elders. If there is nothing wrong, the truth will protect her. Then he looked at the warriors. But if evil has been hiding there, he did not finish the sentence. He did not need to.

Everyone understood. The warriors lifted their spears. The group began walking. The journey to Agood’s compound was long and quiet. Dust rose beneath their feet as they moved along the forest path. The elders walked together at the center. The warriors surrounded them. Objonu walked among them, her eyes fixed ahead.

Her mind was filled with fear and hope at the same time. What if my sister is still alive? What if we are too late? She clenched her hands tightly as they continued walking. After some time, the tall clay walls of a good compound appeared in the distance. The same walls Obonuj had seen the night she came alone.

The same walls that had hidden so many secrets. The warriors stopped near the gate. Two guards stood there holding spears. They looked surprised when they saw the large group approaching. One guard spoke quickly. What is the meaning of this? The chief warrior stepped forward. We come under the authority of the king. The guard frowned.

For what reason? To inspect this compound? The guards exchanged nervous glances. Our lady is not expecting visitors today. The chief warrior’s voice grew colder. The king does not ask for permission. The guards hesitated. One of them tried again. My lady must be informed first. The chief warrior raised his hand.

The warrior stepped forward. Open the gates. The guards could see the determination in their eyes. Slowly they stepped aside. The gate opened. The group entered the compound. Inside the compound looked peaceful. Sevens moved around carrying water ports and baskets. The courtyard was clean. Birds chopped softly in the trees.

But when the servant saw the warriors, fear spread quickly. One servant dropped a clay pot. It shattered on the ground. Another servant ran toward the inner building. Call my lady. Moments later, agodi appeared. She walked toward the courtyard with her usual calm expression. She wore a beautiful wrapper and coral beads, but her eyes showed surprise when she saw the warriors.

She stopped a few steps away. “My king,” she said politely when she noticed the king among them. “This visit is unexpected.” Iguainana looked at her calmly. We have come to search your compound. Igoti frowned slightly. For what reason? The king answered simply. The oracle demands truth. The words hung in the air.

Egoti forced a smile. My king, there is nothing here to search. The chief warrior stepped forward. We will decide that. Agodi’s voice grew sharper. You cannot simply walk into my home and accuse me. The king’s voice remained calm. No one has accused you, but we will investigate. Egodi looked around at the warriors. For a brief moment, fear flashed across her face, but she quickly hid it.

“Very well,” she said. “You may search.” She turned toward her servants. “Continue your work.” But the servants looked nervous. The warriors began moving through the compound. They opened doors. They checked rooms. They looked behind buildings. At first, everything seemed normal. Several rooms were empty. Others held storage items.

But then one warrior stopped near a locked door. “My king,” he called. The king walked over. “Open it,” he ordered. A servant quickly stepped forward. That room is not used. The chief warrior looked at him. Then it will not matter if we open it. The servant hesitated. The warrior pushed him aside. He forced the door open. Inside were two young women.

They sat on the floor, their faces pale. When they saw the warriors, they looked frightened. The elders gasped. “Who are these girls?” one elder asked. The girls did not answer. One of them began to cry softly. A goodie stepped forward quickly. They are servants. But the chief warrior shook his head. Servants are not locked in rooms.

The search continued. More doors were opened. More rooms were discovered. In each room, there were more girls. Some looked weak. Some looked terrified. Some had babies in their arms. One girl whispered desperately, “Please help us.” The elders looked horrified. Obiano felt her heart racing. She moved through the compound searching.

Adai, she called. No answer. Ad. She ran toward another building. The door was locked. A warrior broke it open. Inside the room sat two girls. One of them looked up slowly. It was Chaka. Her eyes widened. You came, she whispered. Objanu rushed forward. Where is Ada? Chamaka pointed toward the far building in the back rooms. Objanu ran.

She pushed open the door of another room. Inside sata. For a moment. They simply stared at each other. Then Ada jumped to her feet. Sister. They ran toward each other and embraced tightly. Obanoju felt tears pouring down her face. I found you. Ada held her tightly. I thought no one would come. Behind them, warriors continued searching the compound.

Inside one building, they discovered a small room filled with clay tablets and scrolls. An elder picked one up and began reading. His face turned pale. What is it? Another elder asked. These records. Records of what? Of babies. The elders gathered around. Each record listed names, dates, amounts of carries, and the names of wealthy families. One elder whispered in horror.

She has been selling children. The truth spread quickly through the compound. More records were discovered. More imprisoned girls were found. Some were weak from childbirth. Others were sick. The elders stood in shock. Meanwhile, a good and her husband had disappeared. A warrior shouted suddenly, “They are running.

” The warriors rushed toward the back gate. Igodi and her husband were trying to escape through the forest path, but they did not get far. The warriors surrounded them. There was nowhere to run. Igodi looked at them with anger. You cannot do this to me. The chief warrior spoke firmly. You will answer for your crimes. They were brought back into the compound.

When the villagers later heard what had been discovered, shock spread through the kingdom. No one had imagined the truth would be so terrible. And for the first time, the power of a goodi could not protect her. Her secrets had been uncovered and her fall had begun. The morning after the terrible discovery at Egod’s compound, the entire kingdom of Nio woke up to a heavy feeling in the air.

People gathered in small groups across the village paths and market square. No one spoke loudly. The news had already spread everywhere. The noble woman, Egodi, had been captured. Many young women had been rescued from her compound. Babies had been taken from their mothers and sold to rich families. Some girls had died during childbirth. The truth shocked everyone.

Now the whole kingdom waited for judgment. The king had ordered that Egodi and her husband be brought before the palace that morning. The elders, the chief priest, and many villagers were also called to witness the hearing. Justice would be done before the eyes of the people. The palace courtyard was already full when the sun rose.

Men and women stood in quiet groups. Some whispered among themselves, others simply waited silently. The rescued girls were seated together beneath a large tree. Some looked weak. Some held babies in their arms. Others stared at the ground with empty eyes. Among them sat Adaz and Chiaaka. Adaz held her sister’s hand tightly. Obanuju sat beside her.

She had not let go of Adaz since the moment they reunited. “You are safe now,” Obanuju whispered. Adyen nodded slowly. I still cannot believe it. Chamaka looked around the courtyard. Many of us thought we would never leave that place. Obianuju squeezed her hand gently. You are free now, too.

Chaka’s eyes filled with tears. Across the courtyard, warriors stood in a line guarding two prisoners, Egodi and her husband. They no longer looked powerful. Their fine clothing had been removed. Their jewelry was gone. Their hands were tied with rope. A goddess stood with her head lifted, but anger burned in her eyes. Her husband looked frightened and pale.

Soon the sound of a drum echoed through the palace. The king was coming. Everyone stood as Iguay Nana entered the courtyard. He walked slowly to his seat beneath the royal canopy. His face was calm but serious. The chief priest, Dia Afain, stood beside him. The elders sat in a row nearby. The king raised his hand. The courtyard became silent.

His voice carried clearly across the gathering. People of Nu. Everyone listened. Today we gather to hear the truth about the crimes that have been discovered in our land. He looked toward Egodi. A noble woman of this kingdom stands accused of terrible actions. He paused. Actions that have brought shame and suffering.

He turned to the chief warrior. Bring them forward. The warriors led Egodi and her husband to the center of the courtyard. The king studied them quietly. Egodi met his gaze without lowering her eyes. Iguin Nana spoke firmly. Egodi, you were once respected in this kingdom. You lived in wealth and honor. But today you stand here accused of terrible crimes.

Agodi lifted her chin. These accusations are lies. Mama’s spread through the crowd. The king raised his hand for silence. You will have the chance to speak, he said. But first we will hear the truth. He turned toward the rescued girls. Bring the witnesses. The first girl stepped forward slowly. She was young and thin.

Her eyes looked tired, but she stood bravely. The chief warrior spoke gently. Tell the king your name. My name is Amara. How did you come to Agodi’s compound? Amara’s voice trembled slightly. My family was poor. A god’s servants came to our village. What did they promise you? They promised my mother that I would help their household.

And what happened when you arrived? Tears filled Amara’s eyes. They locked me inside. What happened next? She lowered her head. A godd’s husband began visiting my room. Gasps spread through the crowd. And then I became pregnant. The king’s face grew darker. What happened to the child? They took him away.

Did they tell you where? They said a rich family had bought him. The courtyard became silent. The king nodded slowly. Thank you. Amara stepped back. Another girl came forward. Her voice was stronger. My name is Chiaaka. The king looked at her kindly. How long were you kept in that compound? Five seasons. Mama’s spread again.

What happened during those five seasons? Chamaka spoke clearly. I gave birth three times. Gasps filled the courtyard and each child was taken from me. The chief priest closed his eyes sadly. Chiaka continued, “I saw many other girls there. Some died during childbirth. Others were beaten when they tried to escape.

” The crowd reacted with anger. Egodi’s husband lowered his head, but Egodi remained silent. The king looked toward Adyazi. You may speak too. Adias stepped forward slowly. My name is Adias. How did you come to Agodi’s compound? My mother believed their promises. What promises? That I would bear one child and return home. The king’s voice grew softer.

And what did you discover when you arrived? Adise took a deep breath. That it was a trap. Her voice trembled. They never planned to let us leave. She looked towards Egodi. They used us like animals. The crowd erupted in anger. The king raised his hand again. Silence returned. He turned towards the elders. You have heard the testimonies.

The elders nodded solemnly. The king then turned towards the chief priest. me. The old priest stepped forward. The oracle has already spoken. Yes, the king said, “But speak again for the people.” The priest lifted his staff and addressed the crowd. What has been done in this compound is an abomination. His voice was strong despite his age.

The womb of a woman is sacred. Motherhood is a blessing given by the ancestors. But these people turned motherhood into a business. He pointed towards Egodi. They bought and sold children like goods in a market. They allowed innocent girls to suffer and die. The land itself has cried out against this evil. The crowd murmured angrily.

The priest continued, “The spirits of India demand justice.” The king stood up slowly. His presence filled the courtyard. “Egodi,” he said. “You have heard the testimonies. You have heard the judgment of the oracle.” He paused. Do you still deny these crimes? Egodi remained silent for a moment. Then she spoke bitterly. I did what I had to do.

The crowd gasped. My womb was cursed, she continued. I wanted a child. So you destroyed the lives of others? The king asked. Egod’s eyes burned with anger. The world respects power and wealth. The king shook his head slowly. Power without honor is nothing. He turned towards the elders. Do you agree? The elders nodded. Yes.

The king raised his hand. Then hear the judgment of Injou. The courtyard became completely silent. Egodi and her husband are guilty of terrible crimes. They have dishonored this land. They have broken the sacred laws of motherhood. They have caused the deaths of innocent girls. He looked directly at them. From this day forward, you are stripped of all titles and privileges.

Egod’s face finally showed fear. You no longer belong to the noble families of Indure Wu. You will be banished from this kingdom. Gasps spread through the crowd. You will leave this land and never return. The king turned to the warriors. Take them away. The warriors grabbed Egodi and her husband. They struggled, but it was useless.

The crowd watched silently as they were dragged away. Then the king spoke again. As for their compound, he looked towards the chief priest. It will be destroyed and the land will be purified. Later that afternoon, the people of India gathered near Egod’s compound. The tall clay walls that once hid terrible secrets now stood empty.

Warriors began breaking the gates. The walls were torn down. The buildings were pulled apart. Dust rose into the air as the compound slowly collapsed. The chief priest stood nearby performing purification rituals. He poured sacred water on the ground. He spoke prayers to the ancestors. This land has been cleansed.

The evil that lived here is gone. The villagers watched quietly. Some felt anger. Some felt sadness. But many felt relief. The terrible secret had been exposed. Justice had been done. And the land of Indu could finally begin to heal. The morning after I husband were banished, the kingdom of India felt strangely quiet.

The compound that once belonged to a goodie had already been destroyed. The tall clay walls were broken. The buildings that once hid terrible secrets had been pulled down by the warriors of the king. Pieces of ward, clay, and broken doors lay scattered on the ground. Where once there had been power and wealth, there was now only empty land.

The chief priest had poured sacred water on the ground and spoken prayers to cleanse the place. But even after the destruction, the memory of what happened there still lived in the hearts of the people. Many villagers stood outside the ruins that morning whispering among themselves. Some shook their heads in sadness. Others spoke in low voices.

Who would have believed something so terrible was happening in our land? Another replied quietly, “Power hides many things, but the truth always comes out.” “Yes,” an old man said softly. “The ancestors always see.” While people talked near the ruins, something else was happening back in the village. Adaz had returned home.

The small compound where she and her sister grew up looked different now. The goats that Neca once bought still wandered around the yard. The wooden poles that were meant to build a bigger house still lay on the ground, but the place felt emptier without their mother. Adaz stood quietly outside the hut.

The morning breeze touched her face gently, but inside her heart, many emotions were fighting with each other. She was free. She was alive. Yet the memories of the compound still haunted her mind. She could still hear the cries of the women. She could still see the locked doors. She could still remember the pain and fear. Her eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, she felt arms around her. “Obanu.” Her sister held her tightly. “You are home,” Obanuju whispered. Adaz leaned into the embrace. I thought I would never see this place again. Obanuju gently wiped the tears from her face. No one will ever take you away again. Adise looked at her sister.

You came for me. Obanuju smiled softly. I promised I would. They stood there quietly for a moment. Then Adazi spoke again. I wish mama was here to see this. Obanuju’s face became sad. Yes. For a few moments, they both remained silent. Their mother’s death still hurt deeply. But Obanuju finally spoke. “Mama made mistakes.” Ad nodded slowly.

“But she loved us.” “Yes,” Obanuju said quietly. “And we must forgive her.” Adazi took a deep breath. “I will try. Over the next few days, the rescued girls slowly began returning to their own villages. Some families came from far away to collect their daughters. The reunions were emotional. Many mothers cried as they hugged their daughters again.

Some fathers fell to their knees and thanked the king for bringing justice. One young woman ran across the village square and threw herself into her mother’s arms. “I thought I would never see you again,” she cried. Her mother held her tightly. “You are safe now.” Another girl stood silently beside her father.

He placed his hand on her shoulder gently. “You are home.” Some of the girls were weak and needed rest. Others carried babies in their arms. Those babies had once been taken from their mothers, but the king had ordered that every child found in a Goodies compound must remain with their true mother. The people of Indo watched these reunions with deep emotion.

Many realized how close the kingdom had come to losing many innocent lives. A week later, the chief priest announced something important to fully restore peace in the land. A cleansing festival would be held. The festival would ask the ancestors for forgiveness. It would also celebrate the rescue of the girls and the return of justice.

The entire kingdom prepared for the event. Women cooked large pots of food. Men decorated the village square with palm leaves and bright cloth. Drummers practiced their rhythms. Dancers prepared colorful costumes. When the day of the festival arrived, the whole kingdom gathered in the village square. The drums began slowly. Then the rhythm grew stronger.

The chief priest stood before the people holding a staff decorated with feathers and beads. He lifted his voice so everyone could hear. People of Du. The crowd became silent. Darkness entered our land, but the ancestors have helped us remove it. He poured sacred water on the ground. This land is cleansed. The crowd responded with loud voices of agreement. The drums grew louder.

Dancers began moving through the square. The festival lasted many hours. People sang. They danced. They thanked the ancestors for protecting the kingdom. But the celebration was not only about joy. It was also about remembering the lesson. Later that afternoon, the king called Obanuju and Adz forward. The crowd parted to let them pass.

Obanuju walked confidently, but Adz looked shy. They stood before Iguay Nana. The king looked at them kindly. Obanuju. She bowed her head. Yes, my king. You showed great courage. You refused to stay silent. You searched for the truth. He turned to the crowd. If not for her bravery, many girls might still be trapped.

The people murmured in agreement. The king continued, “For this reason, the kingdom will reward her.” He gestured toward the elders. A scroll was brought forward. “I grant farmland to Obanuju and her family.” The crowd gasped softly. “You will have land to farm and build a better home.” Obanoju’s eyes widened. My king, thank you. The king nodded.

And the kingdom will protect you. Adel looked at her sister with pride. Obanuju turned and hugged her tightly. “Things will be better now,” she whispered. Months passed. The land slowly healed. The terrible story of a goodie became a lesson that elders told their children. People spoke about the danger of greed.

They spoke about the importance of protecting the weak. And they spoke about the courage of Obanuju. Adi slowly began to heal as well. At first, she spent most of her time at home. She helped her sister with farming on the new land. The work was peaceful. The sun warmed her skin. The soil beneath her feet reminded her that she was alive and free.

Sometimes the memories returned, but each day they hurt a little less. Obanu always stayed close to her. One evening as they rested after working in the fields, Adz spoke quietly. Do you think I will ever feel normal again? Obianu looked at her sister carefully. You are stronger than you know. Ad smiled faintly. I hope so.

You will heal, Obanu said. And you will live a good life. Aden nodded slowly. I want that. One year later, something unexpected happened. A young man from a neighboring village came to his name was Chinedu. He had come with traders to sell farm produce in the market. One afternoon he saw Adia working near the farmland.

Her quiet strength caught his attention. He asked the villagers about her. At first people hesitated to tell him her story, but eventually he learned everything, the terrible things she had endured, the pain she had survived. Many men might have walked away after hearing such a story. But Chinedu did not. Instead, he asked to meet her.

When they first spoke, Adz felt nervous. “You know what happened to me,” she said quietly. “Yes,” Chinedu replied. “And it does not frighten you.” He shook his head gently. “What happened to you was not your fault?” Adz looked at him carefully. “Many people might not see it that way.” Chinedu smiled softly. “I do.

” Over time, they spent more moments together, talking, working, laughing. For the first time since her rescue, Adz felt hope growing again inside her. Eventually, Chinedu spoke to Obanoju. I want to marry your sister. Obano studied him carefully. You understand her past? Yes. And you accept it? I do. Obanuju smiled slowly.

Then you have my blessing. On the day of the wedding, the entire village gathered again, but this time the gathering was full of joy. Music filled the air. Women danced. Men laughed. Ad wore a beautiful rapper and beads. She looked peaceful. When she stood beside Chinedu, she felt something she had not felt in a long time.

A future. Obiano stood nearby watching proudly. When the ceremony ended, Adz hugged her sister. You saved my life. Obano just smiled warmly. You saved yourself. The sun began to set behind the trees. The sky glowed with warm colors. And as the people of Nureu celebrated, one truth remained in everyone’s hearts.

Greed may promise wealth, but greed often leads to destruction. And no matter how long evil hides, the cries of the innocent will always reach the ears of the ancestors. The story teaches that greed can destroy lives, families, and communities. Inka allowed the promise of wealth to blind her judgment, and it led to suffering and death.

A goodie used power and greed to exploit innocent young women. But in the end, the truth was revealed and justice prevailed. The lesson is that quick wealth gained through harming others never brings peace and no evil stays hidden forever because the cries of the innocent will always bring truth to light. Thanks for watching this amazing story on African Stories by V.

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