She CRIED So hard DURING Her MOTHER’S funeral,YOU Won’t belieeve What She…#story #folklore #folk – Ty

Inside a small house at the end of Okot streets, a young lady sat on the floor crying loudly. People filled the compound. Ah, Mama Tolani is gone. One of the neighbors shouted. She has gone to meet her maker. Tolani cried louder, rolling on the floor. Ah, Mama. My only mother. She wailed. An old woman then touched her shoulder.

Take heart, my daughter. God gives and he takes. Tolani shook her head. No, she left me too soon. What will I do now? The old woman sighed. Come on. At least your mother left you this big house and some business. You will not suffer. Tolani sniffed and nodded. Thank you, ma. But deep inside her, her tears were not real. She was not crying because she wanted to cry.

She was just crying for people to see. Not because her mother was dead, but because her plan had worked. Three nights earlier, Mama Tolani had been lying weak on the hospital bed. Her breathing was slow. Her skin was pale ; ; and the doctor told Tolani that her mother might not survive. Tolani sat by the bed pretending to be so sad. Mama, don’t worry.

You will be fine. But inside her, her mind was busy counting. Counting the land, counting the tenants, counting the saving book that her mother would leave behind for her. Just then, her mother managed to open her tired eyes. My daughter, if anything happens to me, promise me you won’t sell our family house. Ah, Mama.

I won’t, though. I promise. Listen, that house is your father’s way to keep it safe. It will help you one day. Tolani held her mother’s hand and smiled. Yes, Mama. I will. I promise you. Just rest, please. But later that night, when the nurse stepped out, Tolani leaned closer and whispered, Mama, you’ve lived long enough.

I think I need to start living, too. Her voice was cold. Tolani then turned to the nurse who had returned with some drugs. Sister, please help me. I don’t want her to suffer again. Can you Can you make it quick? The nurse looked at her in shock. Ah, God forbid. I cannot do that, though. You will have to go and talk to the doctors.

They are in a better position to do anything for you. As for me, I can’t. Tolani then smiled. She reached into her bag and brought out an envelope. You can. Just make it look natural. I will double what is inside this envelope. The nurse looked at the money. It’s huge money inside an envelope. It was very tempting. She then started asking her, What exactly do you want me to do? Tolani leaned closer and whispered something.

The nurse’s eyes widened in shock. By morning, fake papers were signed. The doctors believed that Mama Tolani had passed peacefully in her sleep. But Tolani didn’t know that her mother’s breath had only slowed, not stopped. The nurse played safe. She doesn’t want anyone to snatch or send her to prison over stupidity.

She needed the money, so she injected a light sedative, not poison, as Tolani told her to. Mama Tobi was still alive, trapped in deep sleep. Tolani never bothered to check. She just paid the nurse, called the undertaker and planned the burial. The funeral was big. People cried, sang praises for the dead woman for being kind.

Finally, Tolani buried her mother. A week later, Tolani went to the lawyer’s office. She dressed so smart and she went there to go and meet the lawyer about her mother’s will. The lawyer nodded and read the papers. Mama Tolani left everything to you. The house, the land and all her savings. Tolani was so happy. Thank you, sir.

She signed where the lawyer asked her to sign. She then grabbed the keys and some documents and walked out with so much pride. That night, she stood in front of the big sitting room. She was so proud of herself for what she had done. Ah, Mama. You see, I finally made it. I knew my plan will work. Thank you, Williams.

If not for you, eh, this plan will not work, oh. The next day, Tolani called the estate agent and asked him to sell the house. The man frowned immediately. Ah, madam, this is your your family house, oh. And your mother never wanted this house to be sold. Tolani waved her hand. I beg, sell it. I need cash and I need it as fast as possible.

The agent does not have any issue with selling land, after all. The woman that owns it was already dead. The agent now decided to sell the land and within two weeks, the deal was done. Money entered her account. Plenty money. Tolani didn’t even thank God. She just smiled and said, “Freedom at last.” She moved to Lagos city immediately.

She rented a flat in Lekki, bought the most expensive wigs, new clothes and the latest shoes. Every night, she partied with her boyfriend, Williams, who was the mastermind of everything that Tolani did. She then joined some group of friends, rich girls who called themselves the queen of comfort.

They ate at fancy restaurants, took pictures and posted them on Instagram with captions like, “Soft life or nothing. If you like.” If you reach your turn, leave your money inside your bank account. Anytime Tolani would be hanging out with her friends, she would always be so loud saying things that are so untrue about herself just to fit in.

Then, one weekend, Williams asked her that they should go to a party at the beach that his friends invited him over and there was no way he would go there without her. Tolani was so excited and agreed. The two of them went for that beach party. Music were loud, people dancing, drinks flowing up and down.

Just as they were busy dancing, drinking and getting high, Tolani looked into the sea. It was as if she she saw a face that looks like her mother’s face staring back at her. She screamed and dropped the drink mistakenly. It shattered on the floor. Tolani, what happened? One of her friend asked. Anita shouted. N- Nothing. It’s nothing.

I thought I saw something. Maybe it’s just the hangover. Anita laughed. Williams also asked her if all is well. Tolani forced a smile. Eh, yeah. All is well. It’s as if I’m I’m having some headache, some hangover. That’s all. By the time they went to the beach house where they would sleep that night, Tolani could not get over what she saw at the beach.

Anytime she tried to hold something, her hands would be trembling. That night at the beach house, Tolani had a very terrible dream. She saw her mother strangling her, trying to kill her. Just then, Williams were the one that used water to wake her up after tapping her so many times and she refused to wake up.

She woke up sweating so badly. Williams then asked her, What’s wrong with you? W- Why are you Why are you fighting in your dreams? Williams, I think I think I’m in a big mess, oh. I just saw my mother try to strangle me in my dream. Hey, are you serious? Yes. Huh, you need to pray, oh. You need to be very prayerful.

Your mother is already dead and the dead and the living does not have any business. Anyways, the only thing I can tell you is, don’t embarrass me in front of my friends. That thing you did the other time, it’s just because uh that your friend was able Anita, she was able to to cover up. If not, you would have embarrassed me in front of my friends.

Please, don’t do that. If you know that you will embarrass me here in this beach house, we still have about two, three days to be here. Please, Tolani, pack your things and go back home and go and face your your demons, please. Tolani was surprised. Williams, is this how you’re talking to me now? How do you want me to talk to you? Come on.

You’re wicked, though. You are the one that brought up this plan. My mother is already getting old. Why not finish up this woman? Let’s enjoy the wealth because I’m the only child. For crying out loud, Williams, you’re not supposed to be sounding like this. You brought me into this mess in the first place.

Why are you now trying to turn the whole story around? Are you sure you are okay? This girl, do you know that in the court of law, they will ask if I hold you at gunpoint to go and kill your mother? And the answer is simply no. I didn’t. Tolani, you are a full adult. You’re not supposed to force you to do things you’re not supposed to do.

Hey. Someone should pinch me. Williams, so this is the real you. You get to enjoy when the benefits are coming. Now, when it’s time to pay, you think I’m the only one that will pay for this? Never. You will follow suit. Anything that happens, you will also follow and repeat. The two of them managed each other for that beach party.

After 3 days passed, they went back to their normal lives. But Tolani started noticing something. Money finishes on her hands so quickly. And all of a sudden, she stopped getting calls from her rich friends. Williams stopped picking her calls and doesn’t call her either. It was as if everybody rejected her. Tolani was confused what was actually going on.

What’s happening to me? Why is everybody running away from me? I don’t have any sickness on me. I still look beautiful, rich. But why is everybody avoiding me like this? Williams, it will not be well with you. You’ve blocked me everywhere. Tolani’s phone rang as she was talking to herself. She picked up. Hello.

A man’s voice answered, “Are you Madam Tolani?” “Yes, who is this?” “This is from the General Hospital in Ilesha. We found some old hospital file, and one of them carries your mother’s name. Please, can you come down here?” “What do you mean it carried my mother’s name? My mother is dead. So, if it carries my mother’s name, it’s none of my business. And I’m in Lagos.

There’s no way I can get to Ilesha. What exactly do you people want to talk about? Say it on the phone.” But the man insisted, “We can’t talk to you on the phone, ma. There there seems to be a a mix-up somewhere. The time they admitted her um about years ago, there was a mix-up, ma. Please, enter the next bus and come down to this Ilesha, please.

It is very important.” The next day, Tolani decided to travel down to Ilesha. When she got to the hospital, the doctor saw her and then asked her, “What year did your mother died?” “My mother died about 4 years ago. Yes, that was when I moved to Lagos.” Hm. “Anyways, we are so sorry. There was some mix-up somewhere.

Your mother did not actually die 4 years ago. Your mother is still alive. I don’t understand. What do you mean my mother is still alive? I buried her. I am the one that buried her myself. I saw her.” “I’m not sure if it’s your mother you saw. Did you open the coffin before it was buried? Because I think you buried an empty coffin.

One nurse that was working in this hospital that year, she confessed to one of the doctors that she made a mistake and gave your mother an injection that put her in a deep sleep, and you thought she was dead. And the mix-up was that she gave you the wrong body to bury. “Where is that nurse now?” Tolani asked the doctor.

“Well, the nurse had already moved to UK with her family. She got a bigger opportunity, and she left. We have been looking for a way to contact you and tell you that your mother has been alive. This nurse, to pay for her mistake, she decided to take care of your mother’s hospital bill until she got better and was discharged.

So, thankfully, we were searching through our old files the day they were doing some clean-up, and we saw the old hospital file that we have been looking for. And your number was the first thing we dialed. So, the thing is that I’m going to give you the address of where your mother stays now. And also, I’m going to give you the number of the nurse.

You should call her so that she will guide you better. She has been the one taking care of your mother for years now. And we don’t know anything. We just want to apologize to you, ma, and beg you not to sue this hospital or anything of such. Please.” Tolani knew that suing the hospital was already out of the picture because if she tries it, she’ll be going to jail instead.

She paid off someone to kill her mother. Unfortunately, the woman did not do so. She took the money that was paid to her and japa. She decided to be kind enough to pay for the hospital bills of her own mother. So, with the address given to her, she thanked the doctors and left. Tolani was still in denial. No, my mother cannot be alive. Hey.

What have I done to myself? 4 good years after my mother died, I I I ran away. I sold the house she told me not to sell. Hey, I’m in trouble, oh. There is nothing left. My mom’s savings, everything, I squandered it all. That stupid Williams. Now, he’s nowhere to be found. She’s my mother. She will forgive me.

That was what Tolani thought. With that address, she located the house. And when she got there, she couldn’t even recognize her mother. The woman even looked older, and she was really unrecognizable. “Mama, is this you?” “Yes, Tolani. It is me.” “They said you were getting better. Why do you look worse?” “That’s because my sickness is not something that can be cured.

But that nurse was kind enough to still keep me alive till now because I have some final words for you.” “Mama, I’m sorry. ; [snorts] ; I thought you were dead.” “Oh, you thought you killed me, rather. She confessed about what you told her. She took the money because her travel visa, they are out.

And just a small money is the reason why she almost missed that travel. She had to take that money from you and still did not do the job that you paid her to do. And she left the country with her family. She decided to pay good by taking care of me. This is their family house, and I’ll be staying here for years. She paid someone to be taking care of me.

She’s just a generous lady because some people would do this, they would forget about me. Well, my health is getting bad by the day, and I want to end the suffering once and for all.” “Mama, I’m sorry. Forgive me. I was foolish. I didn’t know better. It was my boyfriend that deceived me.” “Tolani, you are 26 years old when you tried to kill me.

So, at 26, a man can deceive you into doing something you don’t want to do? Are you that stupid or you’re trying to act one?” “Mama, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to do this. Sorry. I just want that freedom. I thought living the life was going to parties, hanging out with big girls was life.

But life had already taught me bad ones. All of them abandoned me. I don’t even know why. But they all blocked me. No one wants to have me around as their friend anymore. My so-called boyfriend, he moved on with another lady. Mama, I’m going to be 31 soon. No husband, no business, nothing, nothing. All the money you left for me, I squandered it.

Yeah, I’m so sorry, Mama. Please, forgive me.” “I forgive you, Tolani. Only if you would make good use with your life at 31.” “Mama, I’m old. Are you sure any man can still find me attractive?” “You are not old at 31, Tolani. You can still start your life again. All you need is to heal and forgive yourself. You know, there were times I cried.

I called on to God to punish you so badly, to take your own life just the way you wanted to take my life. There were times I cried. I wished death should come and not let me witness my own child trying to kill me all because of money, wealth, and what she would gain. I cried for days. Tolani, I am sorry. I have forgiven you just because I want to heal and rest peacefully.

But from my heart, truthfully, I hate you as my daughter. I don’t think I can ever forgive you wholeheartedly for what you did just because of money. I am sorry if I am too wicked or too straightforward. But despite all these years, seeing you right now, I don’t feel any sort of pity towards you. You deserve everything that you are getting right now.

They say karma is a  But seriously, I wanted to see you for the last time. Let me see how life is truly treating you. And I’m so happy that life is treating you so badly.” Tolani fell on the floor crying uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry. I was just a child.” “A 26-years-old is not a child to me. You are matured enough. Mama, we grow.

We make mistakes, and we learn from them. I’ve learned from my mistakes. Don’t curse me. I am not cursing you. I said I am happy that karma taught you some lessons. I am happy that you learned your lessons so that you know the way to live your life from now onwards. You know the right people to trust. You go back to learning a trade or setting up a business.

After all, you are a graduate. Go and work and make your own money. Live your life. The last thing I will do on this earth is to curse you. I will not try it. I will never curse you. I wish you all the good things in this life. But I wish I could forgive you wholeheartedly like I said. If I am to die here, that nurse and the people that love me genuinely will bury me.

I’ve already said my last instructions if I die tomorrow. You are free to come to my burial. No problem. But my dear daughter, life is something so beautiful only if we are not greedy. I wish you well, Tolani. And please, leave these premises before I call the security. Tolani begged and begged, but the mother did not look at her twice.

She went inside. She refused to leave. It was his gateman that threw her out of the house. She didn’t go back to Lagos that day. She looked for a small hotel where she would stay and wait for the next day. The next day, she came as early as she could, but unfortunately, she was told that her mother passed that night.

Tolani cried and cried. She saw her mother’s corpse this time around with her two eyes. She touched her. She was cold, and she begged, but it was too late. She stayed until the mother was buried. After that, Tolani moved back to Lagos. She went straight to go and see her boyfriend Williams.

On getting there, Williams was with another woman laughing and making jokes. Immediately Williams sighted her, he warned her never to come close to his house again. Chased her out of the house and told her to go and fight her demons. He doesn’t want someone possessed in his life. Tolani went to her friend Anita. Anita told her, “I I can’t be friends with you because I can’t even help you.

You are behaving like someone that is possessed. The next minute you are acting normal. The next you have already started behaving like someone that is seeing a ghost. What if you done something in the past? I know you inherited something I don’t know.” And that’s was how Anita also threw her out of her house and told her never to come back and she should delete her number because she doesn’t want to be friends with her anymore.

Everybody abandoned her for one reason to another. Tolani decided to move back to Ibadan and start her life all over again. Get a job, stay in any of the small apartment she could get, and move on with her life because everyone here had already rejected her. All because of a stupid mistake she made.

In less than 1 week, Tolani sold everything in that apartment she rented at Lekki and used the money to move back to Ibadan where she rented one room apartment and started her life all over again. For the first time in years, Tolani felt peace coming back to her motherland. She felt it’s time for her to do good with her life and make her mother proud despite her stupid ways and being deceived by a man she called her boyfriend.

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The Empty Coffin: A Daughter’s Betrayal, A Mother’s Survival, and the Weight of Unforgiving Karma

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In the quiet, unassuming neighborhood of Oko Street, the house of Mama Tolani was often a place of peace. But one afternoon, the atmosphere turned into a cacophony of performative grief. Tolani, a young woman with sharp eyes and a calculating mind, was rolling on the floor, weeping with a volume that commanded the attention of every neighbor. “Ah, Mama, my only mother is gone!” she shrieked. Passersby rushed in, offering condolences, comforting the “devastated” daughter, and whispering about how tragic it was for someone so young to lose her parent. But behind her theatrical sobs and salt-stained cheeks, Tolani’s mind was not on her mother’s soul. It was on the land titles, the tenant rent rolls, and the savings accounts. Her grief was a lie—a mask worn to facilitate the final step of a cold, pre-meditated plan.

Three nights earlier, the reality had been far grimmer. Mama Tolani had been clinging to life in a hospital bed, her breathing labored and shallow. As Tolani sat by her side, the facade of a caring daughter firmly in place, she watched the rhythm of her mother’s chest, not with concern, but with impatience. When her mother whispered, “My daughter, promise me you won’t sell our family house,” Tolani smiled and squeezed her hand, offering a hollow, “I promise.”

The moment the nurse stepped out, the mask slipped. Leaning close, Tolani whispered, “Mama, you’ve lived long enough. I think I need to start living, too.” When the nurse returned, Tolani offered a massive, desperate bribe to “make it quick.” The nurse, terrified yet tempted by the sheer volume of money, agreed to a compromise: a light sedative that would render Mama Tolani unconscious, not dead. To the world, and to Tolani, it appeared to be a peaceful passing. Tolani never bothered to check for a heartbeat; she had already mentally spent the inheritance. She buried a coffin that she assumed held her mother, threw a lavish funeral to burnish her public image, and immediately set about liquidating the estate.

Within weeks, the house was sold, and the money was transferred. With Williams, her boyfriend and the mastermind of this dark maneuver, Tolani retreated to the high-life of Lagos. In the posh district of Lekki, she reinvented herself. She bought expensive wigs, frequented high-end clubs, and posted photos of her “soft life” on Instagram, surrounded by friends who valued her perceived status over her substance. She was the “Queen of Comfort,” loud, boastful, and utterly consumed by her stolen wealth.

Yet, guilt—or perhaps the spectral residue of her crime—began to manifest. During a beach party, while surrounded by the pulse of music and the flow of expensive drinks, Tolani stared into the ocean and saw her mother’s face. The panic was immediate and irrational. Her hands began to tremble, and her dreams were haunted by visions of her mother’s hands tightening around her throat. When she confided in Williams, he showed no sympathy. “The dead and the living have no business,” he snapped, his coldness revealing that he only valued Tolani as an extension of his own ambition. The cracks in their partnership were showing; he had guided her to the edge of the cliff, and now that she was dangling, he was ready to push.

The collapse of Tolani’s world was systematic. Her money vanished into the void of frivolous spending and Williams’s manipulation. Her friends, sensing an instability in her behavior that bordered on the deranged, began to avoid her. She was broke, isolated, and spiraling. That was when the phone call came. It was from the General Hospital in Elicia, claiming a mix-up with an old file bearing her mother’s name.

When Tolani arrived at the hospital, the doctor delivered a revelation that threatened to stop her heart. There had been a administrative error years ago; the nurse who had administered the sedative had panicked, feeling remorse, and had secretly used the bribe money to fund Mama Tolani’s care in a private, quiet facility. She had been alive all along. Tolani had buried a void, not a soul.

The journey to the facility was an odyssey of mounting dread. When she walked into the room, she found her mother, aged and fragile, staring back with eyes that had seen the depths of her daughter’s depravity. The confrontation was not a cinematic apology; it was a cold, forensic dissection of Tolani’s soul. Her mother revealed that she knew about the bribe, about the nurse, and about the sheer, naked greed that had driven her child to attempt matricide.

“I have forgiven you,” Mama Tolani said, her voice dry and devoid of warmth, “only so that I can heal and rest. But truthfully, I hate you as my daughter. I don’t feel a shred of pity. You deserve every ounce of misery you are experiencing.”

The finality of those words broke Tolani in a way that bankruptcy never could. She begged, she groveled, but her mother remained a wall of granite. Before the night was over, Mama Tolani suffered a final, peaceful expiration, this time for real. She died leaving her daughter with no inheritance, no forgiveness, and no home.

Tolani’s return to Lagos was a hollow pilgrimage. Williams, upon seeing her, didn’t offer a shoulder to cry on; he chased her away, fearing the stigma of her presence. Her friends followed suit, closing their doors and blocking her number. She was a pariah, a woman whose theatrical grief had become her permanent reality.

With no options left, Tolani returned to Ibador. She rented a single-room apartment, a stark, humble contrast to the luxury of Lekki. The silence that filled her room was no longer the calculated quiet of a schemer; it was the suffocating silence of a woman who had realized too late that life is beautiful only when one is not greedy.

The story of Tolani serves as a chilling testament to the weight of our choices. She had chased the “soft life” at the cost of the one person who had given her life. In her quest to inherit the future, she squandered her humanity. Now, in the quiet of Ibador, she must live with the echoes of a funeral she staged, the mother she attempted to kill, and the realization that karma is not a concept—it is a mirror. She had buried her mother in an empty coffin, only to find that it was her own heart that was truly hollow all along. For Tolani, life began again at 31, but it was a life defined by the scars of a past that could never be erased, only carried. Her journey is a sober reminder: we do not inherit our lives; we build them, and a foundation built on betrayal will inevitably collapse, leaving us with nothing but the truth we tried so hard to bury.