She Was BURIED, But Was Found ALIVE Abroad! | A True Story
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Adaeze entered the room, a little hesitant.
Her parents rarely spoke this serious tone, and she immediately sensed that something important was about to be said.
Ebuka took a deep breath before speaking.
My daughter, you know how much we love you and how much we want the best for you.
Adaeze nodded, her eyes attentive.
Life here is difficult, Amara continued, her voice trembling.
We do everything we can to ensure you lack nothing, but sometimes love alone is not enough.
Ebuka took her daughter’s hand.
Your aunt Ifeoma made us an offer.
She wants you to come live with her.
She wants to take care of you, give you a better education, a better life.
A silence fell.
Adaeze looked at her parents, then looked down.
She’s made it in life, Amara continued.
She can give you what we can’t give you today.
And most of all, she wants to make sure you have a bright future , so that you too, one day, can help your family.
Adaeze looked up.
She understood.
She knew her parents were making this sacrifice out of love.
She thought of her siblings, of that house where money was always short, of the nights her father came home tired, empty-handed.
A shy smile appeared on her face.
I understand, Mom.
I understand, Dad.
And… I agree.
A sigh of relief filled the room.
Ebuka felt his heart sink, but he was proud of his daughter’s maturity.
You’re going to spend another month and a half with us, until the end of the holidays, Amara said.
And after that, you’ll go to your aunt’s.
Adaeze nodded.
A few moments later, the door opened.
Neka, Amara’s little sister , walked in.
She was 19 and had lived with them for several years.
Did you call me? Amara gestured for her to sit down.
Yes, we have news for you.
Ifeoma will be taking Adaeze with her.
Neka’s eyes widened.
Is Adaeze going? Yes, Ebuka confirmed.
For her own good.
Neka was silent for a moment.
It’s good for her… but I’m going to miss her, she whispered.
She smiled sadly, then placed a hand on Adaeze’s shoulder.
You’re lucky, my daughter.
Make the most of this opportunity.
One day later, a friend of Neka’s came to visit them.
It was Olabisi, a young woman in her twenties, also a trader.
Like Ifeoma, she traveled to other countries to buy goods.
“Neka!” Olabisi called out as she entered happily.
“Ah, Olabisi, come in!” The two friends sat down and began to chat.
Very quickly, the conversation turned to Adaeze.
” I like your niece,” Olabisi said with a smile.
” She’s beautiful, intelligent.
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Oh, you can’t imagine,” Neka replied proudly.
” She even went to middle school this year.
Seriously? That’s right!” The two young women continued to chat, sharing their admiration for the little girl who would soon be leaving for a new life.
Days passed.
A month after this announcement, another piece of news came, much more unexpected.
Neka was pregnant.
When Amara learned this, her blood boiled .
What?! she cried.
Ebuka, however, remained frozen.
He stared at Neka, trying to understand how this could have happened under their roof, in their already precarious situation.
Who is the father? he asked in a harsh voice.
Neka looked down.
Who is the man? Amara continued.
You see us here, struggling every day, and you add another problem to our lives! Ebuka snapped.
The pressure was immense.
Finally, Neka confessed.
I know him… A heavy silence fell.
You’re going to show us where he lives, Amara said.
We’re going to talk to him.
The next day, Ebuka, Amara, Neka, and Olabisi set off for the man’s house.
When they arrived, the surprised man let them in.
Ebuka got straight to the point.
Did you get my sister-in-law pregnant? The man bowed his head and nodded slowly.
Yes… I did.
So you’ll take responsibility.
A tense silence ensued, then the man nodded.
I’ll take responsibility.
With that agreement sealed, a few days later, he officially came to Ebuka and Amara’s house, accompanied by a few relatives.
He brought bottles of wine and some gifts, a first step towards official recognition.
Thus, Neka left home to live with the man who would become the father of her child.
Soon after, the day arrived when Ifeoma came to pick up Adaeze.
When the fateful moment arrived, the assembled family held back their emotion.
Amara hugged her daughter, tears in her eyes.
Be good, my daughter.
Ebuka placed a hand on her shoulder.
We are proud of you.
Adaeze, with tears in her eyes but her heart filled with hope, hugged each of her siblings, then followed Ifeoma.
And so, the house emptied a little.
Fewer mouths to feed.
Fewer responsibilities.
A glimmer of hope.
Seven months after leaving the family home, Neka gave birth to a baby girl.
The news of the birth brought a wave of joy to both Ebuka and Amara’s homes.
Despite the worries of leaving, Neka was adjusting to her new life and seemed happy with her husband.
She is beautiful, murmured Amara as she cradled the baby in her arms during her first visit.
Ebuka, standing next to her, watched the infant with a proud smile.
She’s a blessing for this house, he added.
For her part, Neka, tired but fulfilled, finally felt accepted in her role as a mother.
Olabisi, her shopkeeper friend, often came to visit and helped her with her new responsibilities.
Life went on, and everyone was gradually finding their balance.
Meanwhile, Adaeze was adjusting to her new life at Ifeoma’s.
Upon her arrival, her aunt installed her in a spacious room, well-appointed with a comfortable bed, a desk, and even a brand-new computer.
From today on, you will want for nothing, Ifeoma assured her with a smile.
You must focus on your studies.
Adaeze, amazed by all this comfort she had never known, warmly thanked her aunt.
She quickly got to work, studying seriously and taking advantage of the new opportunities that presented themselves.
When Ifeoma went on business trips, Adaeze took care of the house.
She made sure everything was clean and tidy, and sometimes prepared delicious meals to welcome her aunt upon her return.
The bond between them grew stronger day by day.
The years passed, and life continued to evolve for both of them.
Ifeoma was thriving in her business, Neka was lovingly raising her daughter, and the ever-present Olabisi was sharing joyful moments with her friend.
For Ebuka and Amara, the absence of Adaeze and Neka had lightened the burdens on the household.
They could better care for their other children, and they never stopped thanking Ifeoma for the sacrifice she had made for their family.
Adaeze, meanwhile, was excelling in her studies.
A few years later, she moved on to high school with excellent results.
The news spread throughout the family, and everyone celebrated her achievement.
She will go far, Ebuka proudly declared , raising her glass during a family meal.
When Adaeze passed her baccalaureate with flying colors, the celebrations were even greater.
The whole family gathered to celebrate the achievement.
An emotional Ifeoma spoke up.
Now that you have graduated, it is time to think bigger.
I’ll arrange for you to continue your studies in Europe.
Adaeze’s eyes lit up.
Really, Auntie? Yes.
You’re capable, and you deserve this chance.
The news filled everyone with joy.
What had once been a distant dream was becoming a tangible reality.
During the holidays following her admission to university, while the family was still rejoicing, an unexpected event occurred.
One morning, Adaeze woke up with a high fever.
Thinking it was simple fatigue, she didn’t immediately worry about it .
But days passed, and her condition didn’t improve.
She lost her appetite and constantly felt weak and tired.
Ifeoma, worried, made a quick decision.
We’re going to the hospital.
I want you to be properly examined.
She took her to the best facility in town, where the doctors took the situation seriously.
After several tests, they decided to hospitalize her for further monitoring.
When Ebuka and Amara heard the news, they immediately set off for the hospital.
Upon entering Adaeze’s room, they found her lying on the bed, a tired smile on her face.
Dad, Mom.
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Amara, moved, approached and took her hand.
My daughter.
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how are you feeling? I’m okay.
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a little.
Ebuka looked at Ifeoma, worried.
What do the doctors say? They’re still running tests, she replied, trying to mask her anguish.
But don’t worry, she will receive the best possible care.
The whole family huddled around Adaeze, praying for her recovery.
Ifeoma made sure that no expense was spared to ensure she received the best treatment.
So, just as Adaeze’s future finally seemed to be brightening, a shadow had just fallen over her.
What should have been a time of celebration turned into an anxious wait, waiting for the doctors’ results.
As the days passed, Adaeze’s condition only worsened.
Her body weakened, her face grew hollow, and despite all the care, despite the money Ifeoma spent to provide her with the best treatments, Nothing seemed able to stop the descent.
Ebuka and Amara, helpless, multiplied their prayers, asking God for a miracle.
Neka, Adaeze’s aunt, came to see her as often as possible, crying silently at the state of her niece.
Ifeoma, for her part, hardly slept.
She stayed up nights watching over the young girl, hoping for a sign, a slight improvement, something that would give her hope that all this was just a bad phase.
But fate had already made its decision.
One morning, as the sun timidly pierced through the curtains of the hospital room, Adaeze breathed her last.
Her tired body stopped struggling.
The shock was brutal.
Ifeoma collapsed in tears, unable to accept reality.
Ebuka and Amara, upon hearing the news, were struck by unbearable pain.
Their daughter, their hope, the one they had seen grow up with so much intelligence and promise, was no more.
Why?! Why does God do this to us?! Amara sobbed , collapsing into her husband’s arms .
Ebuka, unable to speak, gritted his teeth and looked away, his eyes red with unshed tears.
He couldn’t believe that everything they had hoped for Adaeze was ending like this.
She had been lucky enough to be taken care of by Ifeoma, she had done brilliantly at school, she was about to leave for Europe.
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and now she lay lifeless.
Mourning settled in Ifeoma’s house .
The pain was immense.
She had lived with Adaeze, she had grown attached to her as if she were her own daughter.
Now the house seemed empty, cold, unbearable.
The wake was held at Ifeoma’s house.
Despite their limited means, Ebuka and Amara watched helplessly as their sister did everything for their daughter.
Ifeoma covered all the expenses.
She organized the funeral, financed the coffin, the ceremony, and the family’s travel.
She wanted her niece to have a final tribute worthy of her.
The day of the funeral arrived.
The atmosphere was heavy, oppressive, as if even the sky was mourning the loss of Adaeze.
Her parents, devastated, watched the coffin being lowered into the earth.
Ifeoma, devastated, could not hold back her tears.
Adaeze, she whispered.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
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But life had to go on.
A few months later, Ifeoma felt an immense emptiness.
The memory of Adaeze haunted her day and night.
She thought back to everything she had done for her, to the future she had promised her.
She couldn’t accept failure.
She couldn’t believe it was all over.
One day, she decided to go see her brother.
When she arrived at Ebuka and Amara’s house, she found them sitting silently under the mango tree in the small garden.
The atmosphere was heavy.
“My brother, ” she said softly.
Ebuka looked up, tired.
“Ifeoma… ” She took a deep breath, searching for words.
When I see you, I feel sorry for you.
I wanted to do something for you, for your family.
I tried.
But God had other plans.
Ebuka looked away.
He knew where she was going with this.
But, Ebuka… I can’t give up, she continued.
Adaeze was a star, she was meant to shine, she was meant to succeed and help you.
The devil took her away from us.
But… I don’t want it to end here.
Ebuka and Amara exchanged a look.
I want you to give me one more child, Ebuka, Ifeoma declared determinedly.
Silence fell.
This time, I hope God allows her to succeed.
This time, I hope she lives to help you.
Ebuka and Amara hadn’t expected this request.
They knew Ifeoma was doing all this out of love, perhaps out of guilt .
But her heart was sincere.
Amara took her husband’s hand.
This is lucky for her, Ebuka, she whispered.
Ebuka looked at Ifeoma, tears in her eyes.
Ifeoma… You’ve already done so much.
I can’t stop here.
After a long moment of silence, Ebuka nodded slowly .
Okay.
So, Adaeze’s youngest daughter , Obiageli, was entrusted to Ifeoma.
The young girl was still in secondary school, but Ifeoma wanted to offer her what her sister hadn’t had the chance to complete.
She did everything she could for her.
She enrolled her in the best schools, offered her the best conditions.
Private tutors came to her home to help her excel.
She watched over her like a treasure, praying that this time, life wouldn’t play another trick on her.
Obiageli, aware of her aunt’s sacrifice , worked hard.
She wanted to honor her sister’s memory, to honor the promise she had made to her family.
Ifeoma hoped.
This time, everything was supposed to go well.
As the years passed, Obiageli lived a peaceful and prosperous life under the protection of his aunt Ifeoma.
She was well looked after, received an excellent education , and thrived in an environment that fostered her success.
Ifeoma did everything she could to provide the best possible conditions for her.
But for Ebuka and Amara, the reality was very different.
Even though the burden had been lightened since Obiageli had been living with his aunt, the financial difficulties had never left them.
Ebuka struggled every day to feed his family.
Sometimes, they went through the day hungry.
And when he managed to scrape together a few coins, he only bought a little rice, salt , and a little oil to get by.
But that wasn’t all.
An even greater threat loomed over them.
One evening, as they were trying to forget the hunger that gnawed at them, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Ebuka opened the door.
It was the owner of the house, his face set in anger.
Ebuka, I’ve been patient.
Very patient.
But enough is enough.
Ebuka’s heart sank.
He knew this day would come.
You owe me too much money.
You’ve been here for months without paying, And I have expenses too.
I can’t tolerate this anymore.
Ebuka tried to beg him, Amara joined him, tears in her eyes.
Even the children, frightened, began to cry.
Please, give us a few more days.
We’ll try to find a solution.
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But the owner shook his head.
No! You have to leave this house, tonight.
But where will we go? It’s dark.
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Amara murmured, devastated.
It’s not my problem.
You have to leave now.
He came in and scanned the family’s meager belongings.
You can take your clothes and a few personal effects.
But the rest stays here.
The furniture, the table, the chairs, I’ll keep them.
You can take just one mattress.
Ebuka felt devastated.
He knew that arguing would be pointless.
The debt was too great.
That evening, amidst the twins’ tears and Amara’s anguish, they gathered their belongings into a few suitcases.
They took the matching mattress and left the house that had been theirs.
Their footsteps echoed in the silent night.
They walked without a specific destination, their throats tight, without knowing where to sleep.
After several minutes of wandering, they arrived near a market.
We’ll sleep here for the night, murmured Ebuka.
Under a deserted shed, he placed the mattress on the ground.
Amara settled the children, trying to comfort them despite the sadness weighing on them.
That night, they slept under the stars, surrounded by the heavy silence of the sleeping city.
The next morning, after an uncomfortable night full of worries, they folded up their mattress and resumed their walk, hoping to find refuge.
It was then that they entered a neighborhood where Ebuka saw a familiar face.
Ebuka?! the man cried as he saw him arrive.
It was Chijioke, an old friend of Ebuka.
He was a welder and owned a small workshop in the city.
Seeing his friend in such a miserable state, carrying a mattress on his head and dragging suitcases, he immediately understood that something serious had happened.
Brother, what’s happening to you? Ebuka lowered his head in shame.
We’ve been driven out of our home… I have nowhere to go with my family… Chijioke looked at him, distraught.
No, no, no… I can’t leave you like this.
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
Look, I have a storage room at home, a small space where I keep my tools and welding materials.
I’ll move my things in , and you can occupy it temporarily.
It’s not much, but at least you’ll have a roof over your head.
Ebuka felt his legs tremble with emotion.
Chijioke… I don’t know how to thank you… Don’t say anything, brother.
Come, follow me.
They arrived at Chijioke’s house, and he led them to a small room attached to his house.
He stored iron rods, tools, and metal plates there.
Without hesitation, he began moving everything, freeing up space for Ebuka and his family.
You can live here as long as you “You want it,” he said , wiping the sweat from his forehead.
” This plot belongs to me, no one will come and chase you away.
Take the time to get up.
” Amara couldn’t hold back her tears.
“Thank you.
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thank you so much.
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” They set the mattress on the floor, put their suitcases in a corner, and sat down, finally realizing that they had found a roof over their heads, however precarious.
Ebuka took a deep breath.
” Chijioke.
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one day, I’ll repay you.
” His friend smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
” Don’t think about that now.
Just think about surviving.
” So, despite the adversity, Ebuka and his family had found refuge.
It wasn’t the comfort they had hoped for, but it was shelter.
And for now, that was all that mattered.
In a bustling city, far from Ebuka and his family’s homeland, Olabisi was on a trading trip.
This city, called Zamboka, had become a trading hub in West Africa.
All the region’s traders went there to buy goods wholesale before returning to resell them at home.
For years, Olabisi had made the trip regularly.
Each time she came to Zamboka, she stayed in a modest hotel while she completed her purchases.
She was familiar with the city’s large market, its crowded alleys, its noisy vendors, and, above all, one shop in particular where she often stocked up.
This shop belonged to an influential woman who employed two young saleswomen.
But what had long intrigued Olabisi was one of these saleswomen.
A young girl who bore a striking resemblance to Adaeze, her friend Neka’s niece.
Whenever she came to shop in this shop, she couldn’t help but discreetly observe her.
The resemblance was uncanny.
She often thought to herself, “How is it possible that a girl looks so much like her?” But she had never dared to ask.
One day, as her stay was coming to an end, she returned to the shop to buy her last goods.
This time, the owner wasn’t there.
There were only the two saleswomen.
“Hello, madam! ” the girl said, welcoming her with a smile.
Olabisi hesitated for a moment before answering.
That voice.
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that smile.
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everything reminded her of Adaeze .
She ordered a few items , and while the girl prepared the order, Olabisi felt an irresistible curiosity rise within her.
” My daughter, I have something to ask you.
Yes, madam?” the girl replied , continuing to fold the fabrics.
” Ever since I first saw you, I’ve been thinking that you look like someone I once knew.
A girl from my country, my friend’s niece.
You are like two peas in a pod.
” The girl paused for a moment, then smiled shyly.
Really? It’s true that the world is small.
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Olabisi hesitated again, then, almost mechanically, she murmured in her native language: It’s true that God created us two by two in this world.
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She wasn’t really waiting for a reaction.
It was just a thought she expressed quietly.
But to her surprise, the young saleswoman burst out laughing.
Ah, so you’re from Mbakassa! Olabisi jumped.
Mbakassa was where Ebuka and her family were from.
Yes… how do you know? she asked, her heart pounding.
The young girl smiled again and replied cheerfully, “ Because I ‘m from Mbakassa too!” Olabisi felt her legs tremble slightly.
What? You’re from Mbakassa?! Yes, ma’am.
A heavy silence fell.
Olabisi couldn’t believe it.
This girl, who looked so much like Adaeze, came from the same town? It was too much of a coincidence.
But… how come you’re here and speak the local language so well? she asked.
The young girl sighed deeply and bowed her head.
Ah, madam, it’s a long story.
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Tell me, I want to understand.
She hesitated for a moment, then began: Me, before, I lived with my aunt.
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Olabisi felt a shiver run down her spine.
Which aunt? My aunt, Ifeoma.
Olabisi remained frozen.
Ifeoma.
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she whispered.
Yes, Auntie Ifeoma.
She was the one who raised me after my parents entrusted me to her.
Olabisi felt her heart race.
Go on.
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tell me everything.
The young girl took a deep breath and continued: One day, I fell ill.
I stayed in the hospital for a long time, but I finally recovered.
Then we started planning my trip, because my aunt wanted me to go to university.
Olabisi listened to her silently, breathless.
When everything was ready, my aunt took me here, to Zamboka.
We came together by plane.
I thought I came here to study, but.
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after arriving, she left me in a house where there were several other girls and boys.
She paused for a moment, as if hesitating to say what happened next.
And then? Olabisi encouraged her gently.
After that, she left.
And we stayed there.
They did.
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things to us.
I didn’t understand how, but one day, I started speaking the language of this country as if I had been born here.
Olabisi felt a shiver run down her spine.
And then? Our boss, the one who runs this shop, came to buy us there.
My girlfriend and I were brought here to work.
Olabisi had trouble breathing.
And now? The girl lowered her head even more.
We are suffering here, madam.
Every morning, we have to get up very early to fetch water far from here.
We cross mountains, we do work all day.
Even when we eat, we know there’s still work ahead of us.
She looked up, tears welling up in her eyelids.
To tell you the truth, I remember you very well when you used to come see Aunt Neka at my parents’ house.
Aunt, since you know my family, please, when you get back home, tell Mom to send me a note.
I want to go back.
I can’t live anymore.
like that.
Olabisi was distraught.
She stood there, listening to this girl talk.
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this girl everyone thought was dead.
But she didn’t say anything.
She just listened.
I thought I was going to come here to study.
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But look where I am today.
Olabisi took a deep breath.
This girl wasn’t just anyone.
This girl was Adaeze.
She was very much alive.
But she didn’t know that in her home country, she was supposed to be dead.
After several minutes of talking with Adaeze, Olabisi finally understood the full extent of the situation.
This was no longer a mere doubt or a disturbing coincidence.
The girl everyone thought was dead was very much alive, but trapped in a life she had never chosen.
Realizing this, Olabisi felt a dull fear invade her.
She understood now why the shop owner was so strict with her employees, why she kept a close eye on them and never let them stray too far.
She knew she shouldn’t linger any longer.
The longer she stayed, the more likely she was to attract attention and put Adaeze in danger.
She took a deep breath and looked into the girl’s eyes.
My daughter, I understand your story.
But listen to me carefully, you have to help me prove to your family that you’re still alive.
Adaeze nodded quickly.
I want to go back, Auntie.
Tell them to send me a note; I can’t live like this anymore.
That’s what I’m going to do.
But understand, if I go back to the country and tell them you’re alive, they might not believe me.
It’s been too many years.
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and without proof, they’ll think I’m making this up to get money from them.
Adaeze thought for a moment.
So, what should we do? You’re going to write a letter.
You’ll explain everything to them, in your own words.
Then you’ll take a picture of yourself.
That way, they’ll see it’s really you and it’s not an illusion.
Adaeze nodded eagerly.
Okay, Auntie.
But when are you leaving? Normally, today was my last day of shopping.
But I still had some shopping to do at another market.
However, given the situation, I’m going to buy everything here, at your shop.
Okay, Auntie.
I’ll write the letter and find a way to take a picture.
Perfect.
On Friday, I’ll come back to buy my last goods, and you’ll be the one to pack my things.
They exchanged a look filled with promise and emotion.
Okay, Auntie.
See you Friday.
Olabisi gave her a slight nod before turning on her heel and leaving the shop, her heart heavy.
That night, back at her hotel, she couldn’t sleep.
Adaeze’s story haunted her.
“These are things you hear in rumors, stories of people declared dead and found alive elsewhere.
But I never thought I would witness such truth.
” Friday morning, She got ready and went back to the shop, ready to pick up the letter and the photo.
But when she arrived, the shop was closed.
A bitter cold ran through her body.
She stood there for a few minutes, hoping to see someone arrive.
But nothing.
She waited a while, then went to another market to finish her shopping.
But this disappointment haunted her all day.
Why is the shop closed today, the very day I was supposed to pick up the letter and the photo? She wanted to postpone her departure, but her ticket was already bought.
She couldn’t cancel her trip.
Reluctantly, she boarded her flight and returned to her country.
Once back, she was still tormented by this story.
But she knew she couldn’t say anything without proof.
If she told this to Adaeze’s family without the letter or the photo, they would never believe her.
So she chose to keep it a secret.
Months passed.
Olabisi continued her business, selling her goods and collecting customers’ debts.
She waited silently until she had enough money for another trip.
Six months later, she prepared another trip to Zamboka.
Upon arrival, she returned to her usual hotel and then went straight to the market.
This time, the shop was open.
She took a deep breath before entering.
The owner was there, standing behind the counter, carefully monitoring her employees.
Olabisi greeted them politely and placed her order.
Adaeze, who was busy arranging fabrics, immediately rushed to serve her.
“Auntie, hello! ” she called, looking both relieved and excited.
Olabisi gave her a reassuring smile.
” Hello, my daughter.
Are you all right? Yes, I’m fine.
What do you want to buy today?” Olabisi gave her the list of goods, and Adaeze quickly got to work.
While she was gathering the items, she made a discreet detour to a room at the back of the shop, where the saleswomen kept their personal belongings.
She returned a few moments later, her photo and the letter carefully hidden between the fabrics.
When she finished packing the goods, Olabisi asked the owner, ” I bought a lot of things today.
Would it be possible for your employees to help me carry my things to the taxi? ” The owner hesitated.
” They shouldn’t hang around too long.
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but oh well, since it’s you, go ahead, but come back quickly.
Thank you, madam,” Olabisi replied with a controlled smile.
Adaeze and another saleswoman took the bags and followed Olabisi out of the market.
Once out of earshot , Olabisi turned to Adaeze.
” My daughter, the day I last came, the shop was closed.
What happened?” Adaeze sighed.
We had a lot of work to do at home that day .
Our boss depends on us a lot, so she decided to close the shop.
for help.
I too came the next day with the letter and the photo, thinking you might come back.
But you didn’t come.
I couldn’t.
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I already had my flight booked for Saturday morning.
But now it’s okay.
Did you put the letter and the photo in my things? Yes, Auntie.
They’re well hidden between the fabrics.
Olabisi nodded, satisfied.
Okay.
When I get back home, I’ll show all this to your family.
Then they’ll send the ticket , and on the next trip, we’ll leave together.
Adaeze smiled, relieved.
Thank you, Auntie.
Say hello to Mom and Aunt Neka for me.
I will, my daughter.
They said their goodbyes, and Olabisi got into her taxi, her heart pounding.
This time, she held the proof in her hands.
Back at the hotel, she unpacked her things and found Adaeze’s photo and letter .
She stared at them for a long time, realizing that the long-awaited moment had arrived.
The next day, she boarded her flight and returned home.
In her luggage, she carried much more than goods.
She brought back proof that Adaeze’s fate had not been sealed as everyone believed.
From the moment Olabisi set foot in her country, her mind was occupied with one thing: finding Adaeze’s family and showing them proof that she was still alive.
The next morning, she decided to go to the house where Ebuka and Amara once lived .
But when she arrived at the plot, she found the house locked.
She knocked several times, but no one answered.
But where have they gone? she whispered, perplexed.
A neighbor, intrigued by her presence, approached.
Good morning, madam.
Are you looking for someone? Yes, I’m looking for Ebuka and her family.
The neighbor shook his head.
Oh, they don’t live here anymore.
They were evicted by the landlord a few months ago.
They owed too much rent, and he didn’t want to keep them anymore.
A shudder ran through Olabisi.
Do you know where they went? Not exactly.
But I know that Ebuka often hung out with a certain Chijioke, a welder from the Lugbassa neighborhood.
Maybe he can give you some information.
Chijioke? Do you know where I can find him? Yes, he has his workshop in Lugbassa.
Ask the people in the neighborhood; they’ll be able to tell you where it is.
Olabisi nodded and thanked the neighbor before immediately heading towards Lugbassa.
Arriving in Lugbassa, she asked the locals and easily found Chijioke’s welding workshop.
She approached and saw him hard at work, an iron rod in his hand.
Good morning, sir.
Excuse me for disturbing you.
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Chijioke stopped for a moment, wiped his forehead , and looked at her curiously.
Good morning, madam.
What can I do for you? I’m looking for some relatives of mine.
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Their names are Ebuka and Amara.
I was very close to them back then.
I was told you might be able to help me.
Chijioke nodded, smiling slightly.
Ah, Ebuka? Yes, they’re at my house.
After their eviction, they had nowhere to go.
So, I gave them a room in my plot.
They live there with their children.
Olabisi felt a sense of relief inside her.
Oh, thank God! Can you direct me to their house? Of course.
Follow this alley, turn left, and then the third house on the right.
You’ll find them there.
Thank you very much, Chijioke.
God bless you.
No worries.
I hope they’re well.
Olabisi followed the directions and arrived in front of the house.
She knocked on the door.
A few moments later, Amara opened it and stared at Olabisi with a surprised look.
Hello, madam…? Olabisi smiled slightly.
Don’t you recognize me? Amara frowned slightly, trying to put a name to that familiar face.
I’m Neka’s friend… Hearing her sister’s name, Amara’s eyes widened.
Oh! Yes! Yes, I remember now! You used to come to see my sister at home often! Ebuka came out in turn, surprised to see an unexpected visitor.
Who is it? he asked.
She’s a friend of Neka’s… Olabisi greeted them warmly, but seeing their tired faces, their worn clothes, and the obvious poverty in which they lived, she felt a pang in her heart.
“If I tell them everything here, under these conditions, it might be too much of a shock for them…” She chose not to reveal the truth immediately.
I wanted to see you, but in reality, I was mainly looking for Neka.
Neka? Amara replied.
She and her husband have moved.
But she still sells at the market.
If you want to see her, go there; she’s there almost every day.
Okay.
Which market? The big market.
If you ask for Neka, the one who sells vegetables, we’ll show you her.
Thank you very much.
She greeted them and immediately headed for the big market.
When she arrived at the market, she quickly spotted Neka, hard at work, arranging her vegetables.
Olabisi approached discreetly.
My friend! Neka turned abruptly and, seeing Olabisi, her face lit up.
Olabisi! Ah! My friend! It’s been years! They hugged for a long time.
How are you? Neka asked excitedly.
I’m fine.
And you? We’ll deal with it! But what brings you here? Olabisi hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
Neka, I have a problem, a big problem.
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.
A problem that has kept me awake for months.
Neka’s smile faded slightly.
You’re scaring me.
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What’s going on? Olabisi stared at her intensely.
It’s a story that’s beyond me.
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A story I couldn’t tell your sister Amara, because, given their situation, I thought she wouldn’t be able to bear the shock.
So, I preferred to come and talk to you about it first .
But what is it about? You’re starting to worry me.
Do you remember your niece Adaeze? Neka’s face closed.
Of course I remember… Neka… She’s alive.
A heavy silence fell between them.
What? I saw her.
No… No, it’s impossible… Listen to me! Olabisi told her everything, how she discovered Adaeze in a shop in Zamboka, how she confirmed her identity, and what she was really going through.
Neka was in shock.
It’s impossible… I… No, what you’re saying sounds like a dream! I knew you’d find it hard to believe.
But I have proof.
She took an envelope out of her bag, containing the letter and the photo.
As soon as Neka saw the photo, she felt her legs tremble.
She put her hands on her head in shock.
It’s her… It’s her… IT’S HER! Suddenly, she burst into tears and started running, screaming her name.
IT’S HER! IT’S ADAEZE! Olabisi quickly chased after her and caught up with her.
Neka! Stop! She grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently.
Listen to me carefully, we have to be careful.
This problem is serious.
If we panic, we risk losing everything.
Neka was still sobbing, but she nodded, trying to catch her breath.
Okay… Okay… We’ll see Amara, but we mustn’t say anything to Ebuka yet.
Why? Because he has blind faith in his sister Ifeoma… If he finds out, he could ruin everything.
Neka took a deep breath and wiped away her tears.
Okay.
Let’s go see Amara.
They set off, ready to reveal a truth that would change their family’s destiny forever .
When Neka and Olabisi arrived at Amara and Ebuka’s house, they were greeted warmly.
Oh, were you able to find her? Amara asked Olabisi.
Yes, I found her at the market, Olabisi replied.
She wanted to see you too, so we came together.
Are the twins here? Neka asked , looking around.
No, they’re at school, Amara replied.
They exchanged some news, then, after a moment, Olabisi stood up.
It was nice to see you again, but I have to go, she announced.
Before leaving, she turned to Ebuka: Do you want something to drink before we go, brother-in-law? Oh, a small soda will do, he replied with a tired smile.
Amara got up to go buy the drink, and Olabisi took the opportunity to ask Neka to accompany her.
On the way, as they walked away from the house, Neka leaned towards Amara and whispered: Actually, we just wanted to get away from Ebuka… Olabisi came with a serious problem.
Amara frowned .
I figured as much… She glanced at Olabisi.
What is it? “Let’s sit down somewhere and talk about it quietly,” Olabisi suggested.
They entered a small bar and ordered fruit juices.
Once seated, Neka took a deep breath and began to speak.
“Amara, what I’m going to tell you is very serious.
She told him everything.
How Olabisi, during his trip, had discovered a girl who looked like Adaeze, how she had finally spoken to him, and how the girl had revealed that she was indeed Adaeze.
Amara shook her head in disbelief.
No… no… it’s impossible.
Adaeze is dead.
You can’t tell me that! I didn’t want to believe it either , Olabisi intervened, but I have proof.
Proof? Amara looked at them, trembling.
Olabisi took an envelope from her bag and handed it to Amara.
Look at this photo.
With trembling hands, Amara took the photo and stared at it for a long time.
Then she burst into tears.
It’s… it’s her! She brought her hands to her face, stifling a scream.
Shh, calm down, whispered Neka, we mustn’t make any noise.
This problem is very serious, we must be careful.
Olabisi nodded.
You absolutely must calm down, Amara.
If we make the slightest mistake, we risk losing everything.
After several minutes, Amara straightened up, her eyes still full of tears.
But… how is that possible? Neka took a deep breath.
Ifeoma sold Adaeze.
What?! Think about that… Neka continued.
Remember the day of the burial.
It was the same day Ifeoma took her flight.
Yes… Amara whispered, her memories coming back with a vengeance.
Adaeze told Olabisi that Ifeoma flew with her that day.
While we thought she was being buried, in reality, she was flying with her aunt.
Amara’s breath caught.
No… no… this can’t be true… It’s the truth, Olabisi replied .
Amara shook her head.
But… what should we do? How can we bring her back here? Olabisi spoke: First, read the letter.
Amara opened the envelope and began to read.
Adaeze’s words pierced her heart.
She recounted her suffering, her forced labor, her pain at being abandoned in a country she didn’t know.
“Mother, I thought I was going to study, but here, I only suffer.
Every day, I work like a slave.
I can’t take it anymore.
Please, find a way to get me back.
” Amara burst into tears again.
She’s my daughter.
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that’s her handwriting.
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she’s alive.
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and she’s suffering.
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Amara, we must fight to get her back,” Neka said firmly.
” Yes, but how? ” Olabisi thought for a moment before replying.
” I still have a few months here, time to sell my goods.
In the meantime, you must do everything you can to raise the money for the ticket.
” Amara nodded.
” Okay.
We will do everything we can.
” The three women parted ways, each aware of the weight of this secret.
The next morning, Amara awoke with a heaviness in her heart.
The previous day’s revelations replayed in her mind.
Ifeoma.
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her own sister-in-law.
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had sold Adaeze.
And at that moment, a thought assailed her with dread: her second daughter, Obiageli, still lived with her.
She couldn’t risk waiting.
If Ifeoma had been able to hand Adaeze over to a trafficking ring, who was to say she wouldn’t do the same with Obiageli? Especially now that her daughter was about to graduate from high school.
Wasting no time, she went to Ifeoma’s house.
The latter welcomed her warmly, without the slightest suspicion of what Amara knew.
Amara! What a surprise! Come in, sit down.
Amara forced a smile.
No, I won’t linger.
I came to see Obiageli.
I miss her so much, and since it’s the holidays, I wanted her to come and spend some time at home.
Ifeoma arched an eyebrow, visibly surprised.
Oh… I thought she was happy here.
But if you want her to come, that’s no problem.
She called Obiageli, who appeared, slightly hesitant at the sight of her mother.
Mom? Amara gave her a tender smile.
Daughter, come with me.
You miss your brothers, and your father too.
It’s been a long time since we’ve all been together.
Obiageli glanced at Ifeoma, as if seeking approval.
Ifeoma, carefree, nodded.
You can go.
Anyway, it’s the holidays.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Obiageli relented.
She gathered some things and followed her mother out of the house.
Back home, when Ebuka saw his daughter, he was surprised.
Amara, why did you bring her back? Amara gently placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and smiled.
I just wanted to spend time together.
We miss her.
Ebuka watched Obiageli for a moment, then nodded.
It’s true… We miss her too.
The twins rushed to hug her, delighted to see their big sister again.
Amara, relieved, held back a sigh.
Obiageli was safe.
A few months later, Olabisi had finished selling his wares and was getting ready to leave.
Before leaving, she went back to see Amara.
So, have you managed to gather the money? Amara bowed her head.
Not quite yet… We’re still missing some.
Olabisi took a deep breath.
I’m leaving next Wednesday.
You absolutely must find the rest first.
Amara and Neka then decided to go see a lender to borrow the missing money.
On Tuesday, the day before Olabisi’s departure, they finally gave him the full amount.
Thank you… thank you so much, Amara murmured.
Bring my daughter back.
I’ll do anything for that, Olabisi replied.
The next day, Olabisi boarded her flight to Zamboka, ticket in hand, ready to accomplish the most important mission of her life.
Olabisi arrived in Zamboka with a specific mission: to retrieve Adaeze and bring her home.
But for that to work, she first had to gain the trust of their boss.
So she set about carrying out She gradually increased her purchases, making sure to stop by the shop where Adaeze worked every day.
Over time, her diligence and warm demeanor allowed her to become close to the owner.
She bought regularly, joked with her and the saleswomen, and became a valued customer.
One day, as Olabisi entered the shop, she noticed that the owner was absent.
Only Adaeze and her colleague were present.
This was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
“Auntie, did you come today too?” Adaeze asked with a smile.
” Of course, my daughter! I couldn’t leave without seeing you.
” They exchanged a few pleasantries, then Olabisi approached Adaeze and whispered, ” I have good news.
Your parents sent the money for your ticket.
” Adaeze’s eyes lit up.
” Really? Yes, my trip is coming up, and we need to get organized.
” Adaeze felt her heart beat faster.
She was finally going home.
But then something came back to her.
She turned to her colleague, her friend who had suffered with her.
Auntie, I have a request for you.
Tell me everything.
My girlfriend also comes from a neighboring town.
She’s in the same situation as me… I can’t leave her here.
Olabisi looked at the young girl, who shyly lowered her head.
Do you know your family’s address? she asked.
Yes, of course, the young girl replied.
I remember everything.
Olabisi smiled.
In that case, don’t worry.
I’ll pay for her ticket.
Once we get home, we’ll contact her family, and they’ll reimburse me.
Adaeze and her friend looked at each other with emotion.
Thank you, Auntie! God bless you! Olabisi finished her shopping and left the store.
But before leaving, she quietly whispered to Adaeze: Quietly prepare your passports and be ready.
We’ll be leaving soon.
They nodded, their hearts pounding.
Days passed, and Olabisi continued to visit the shop regularly, further strengthening the owner’s confidence.
Then came the day of departure.
That morning, she went to the shop with a well-thought-out plan.
Today, I’m going to buy everything here, she announced cheerfully.
The owner, delighted, enthusiastically served her herself .
After a while, Olabisi pretended to remember something.
Oh, I forgot! Today is my birthday! The owner and the saleswomen smiled.
Oh, happy birthday! exclaimed Adaeze.
Thank you! Olabisi replied, laughing.
She continued: But I have a problem… My flight is at 1 pm I still wanted to celebrate a little before leaving.
The owner seemed hesitant.
Oh, that’s a shame.
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But I have an idea, said Olabisi.
Why don’t you come celebrate with me? You and your saleswomen? The owner raised an eyebrow.
Oh no, I can’t leave the shop.
So just lend me Adaeze and her friend.
They’re nice to me, I just want to spend a little time with them before I leave.
The landlady remained silent, clearly undecided.
Okay, fine.
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but I’ll send my son with them.
Olabisi smiled inwardly.
No problem.
He’s welcome.
So, the plan was in motion.
I’ll drop off my goods at the hotel first , then come back for them.
Okay, but don’t take too long, the landlady insisted.
Of course.
Adaeze and her friend accompanied Olabisi to the taxi, carrying their carefully concealed passports with them .
Before getting in, they discreetly handed them to Olabisi, who slipped them into his bag.
Today, we’re leaving.
Be ready.
They nodded, trying to contain their excitement.
At the hotel, Olabisi made a detour to the airport to buy the three tickets.
Then, she returned to pick up Adaeze, her friend, and the landlady ‘s son .
We’re ready, Auntie, said Adaeze, smiling.
They took a taxi to the hotel where Olabisi was staying.
Once there, they went into the room.
Sit down, I’ll get the drinks.
Auntie, I want some Coke, said the landlady’s son.
And we’ll have some fruit juice, added Adaeze and her friend.
Okay, I’ll be right back.
Before going to get the drinks, Olabisi made a detour to a mini-pharmacy and bought a powerful , fast-acting sleeping pill.
Then she went to a shop, bought the drinks, and discreetly put the sleeping pill in the Coke bottle.
She carefully closed the drink before returning to the room and distributing the drinks.
They began drinking while happily singing Olabisi’s birthday song.
A few minutes later, the young man began to feel a heaviness in his eyelids.
Auntie, I’m tired.
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Can I lie down for a bit? Of course, my son.
Make yourself at home.
He lay down and, within moments, fell into a deep sleep.
Adaeze and her friend exchanged a surprised look.
Auntie, what’s going on? Olabisi smiled.
I put a sleeping pill in her Coke.
Now we have to go.
The two girls were stunned.
Did you already plan this? Of course.
The boss would never have let us leave so easily.
Adaeze and her friend exchanged a knowing look and smiled.
Auntie, you’re really smart! Olabisi took a deep breath.
This isn’t over yet.
Help me carry my things and goods.
We have to leave immediately.
They took Olabisi’s bags and opened the door quietly, leaving the key in the door.
They quickly went down the hotel stairs without arousing any suspicion, took a taxi , and headed immediately to the airport.
No one suspected that Olabisi was running away with the two girls.
At the airport, they finalized the boarding formalities, And soon after.
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They took their flight.
They were finally free.
The plane landed at Mbakassa International Airport under a bright sun.
Olabisi, Adaeze, and Chioma stepped off the plane, their hearts pounding.
A new life awaited them, but more importantly, a heavy secret was about to be revealed.
On the airport forecourt, a familiar figure waited impatiently.
Neka, standing among the crowd, searched for the young girl she thought had disappeared forever.
When her gaze finally met Adaeze’s, her heart skipped a beat.
Adaeze! Without hesitation, she rushed towards her and hugged her with indescribable emotion.
Tears streamed down her face, as Adaeze, moved, hugged her back.
Auntie Neka.
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I’m back.
Olabisi watched the scene in silence, satisfied that she had accomplished her mission.
After a few minutes, Neka straightened up and addressed Olabisi.
Listen, we need to go straight to the police.
This matter is too serious.
We need to report everything officially before informing the rest of the family.
Olabisi nodded.
I agree.
The girls must testify immediately.
They got into a taxi and headed to the central police station.
When they arrived at the police station, they were met by a duty officer, who led them to an office.
So, madam, what can I do for you? Olabisi spoke: We have a very serious matter to report.
This young girl here , Adaèze, was sold into a human trafficking ring.
Yet this same girl was declared dead and buried the very day she claims to have flown with her aunt.
The officer frowned .
Madam, are you sure of this? Absolutely.
These are the victims.
They will explain it to you themselves.
The police officers asked the girls to testify.
In a calm voice, Adaeze explained: My aunt Ifeoma took me to Zamboka under the pretext that I was going to continue my studies there.
But when I arrived, she left me in a house where several girls and boys were being held.
She then recounted how a businesswoman had bought her to work in her shop.
Then came Chioma’s turn, who recounted her ordeal.
My uncle sold me.
He was an important figure in my family.
He helped my parents a lot financially, so they trusted him.
But one day, he told me he wanted to send me to study too.
I was happy.
Except that once I got there… he left me in that same house.
The shocked police officers took detailed notes.
“It’s unbelievable, ” one of them murmured.
We often hear about this kind of case, but this.
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it’s real.
The senior agent turned to Neka.
Who in the family already knew about this story? Her mother, Amara.
She was the one who sent the money.
for the return ticket.
Very well.
We need to hear from her immediately.
Neka went to get Amara and brought her back to the police station.
As soon as Amara crossed the threshold of the office and saw her daughter standing before her, her heart skipped a beat.
She was taller, her face more mature, but there was no doubt… Adaeze… my daughter! Tears flooded her cheeks as she rushed to Adaeze to hug her.
Mommy… Adaeze whispered, moved.
The officers had to interrupt them.
Ma’am, we understand your emotion, but we need to clarify the facts.
Amara wiped her eyes and nodded.
Yes… I’m listening.
An officer stared at her intensely.
Ma’am, can you certify that this young girl is indeed your daughter? Yes, she is my daughter! I can’t be mistaken.
Are you sure ? Yes, she is.
The police officer paused before asking the crucial question: But madam… your daughter was supposed to be dead, wasn’t she? Silence fell.
Amara felt a cold sweat run down her back.
Yes… she was dead.
You saw her dead with your own eyes? Yes, I saw her… we buried her body.
The officers exchanged troubled glances.
So you’re telling us that this young girl we have here… is the same person who was buried? Yes, that’s her… The officers, puzzled, shook their heads.
This story is truly beyond anything we’ve ever seen… The chief officer sighed.
We must now inform her father.
Neka accompanied the police to Ebuka’s house.
When they arrived, Ebuka was sitting outside the small house Chijioke had lent him.
The officers didn’t explain anything to him.
Mr. Ebuka, please follow us immediately to the police station.
Surprised, Ebuka didn’t understand.
But why? What did I do? We’ll explain everything to you there.
They placed her in the courtyard of the police station, on a chair, facing the offices, without giving her the slightest explanation.
After bringing Ebuka back to the station, Neka led the police to Ifeoma’s house.
When they entered the courtyard, one of the officers shouted, ” Where is Ifeoma? Inside,” a neighbor replied.
The officers went straight into the house.
Seeing the uniforms, Ifeoma jumped.
But why are you entering my house like this? Are you crazy? The officers didn’t wait for her permission and immediately restrained her.
Let go of me! Why are you doing this to me? she screamed.
The blows fell.
Shut up and get in the vehicle! Ifeoma, disheveled, bleeding, her loincloth torn, was dragged to the car.
When they arrived at the police station, Ebuka saw his sister in a pitiful state and exploded with anger.
Why are you treating her like this? Are you crazy? You don’t know what she means to me! A police officer slowly approached him.
Sir, calm down.
When you see Something beyond you, try to understand before speaking impolitely.
Understand what? Why hit her like that? The policeman crossed his arms.
Answer me.
Where is your eldest daughter? She died a long time ago.
But what does that have to do with my sister? She’s not dead , actually .
Ebuka stepped back, his eyes wide.
What? Yes.
The sister you’re defending sold her to Zamboka.
That’s absurd! We buried her body! Yes, you buried something.
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but not your daughter.
She took her with her and sold her.
Ebuka was on the verge of collapse.
You say that.
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Adaeze is alive? Yes.
She’s here, at the police station, with your wife.
His legs trembling, he lowered his head, unable to speak.
Mr. Ebuka, follow us.
It’s time you saw your daughter.
In Zamboka, Adaeze’s boss was growing impatient.
More than an hour and a half had passed, and neither the girls nor her son had returned.
A dull worry settled inside her.
Something was wrong.
Determined to understand what was going on, she went to the hotel where Olabisi was staying.
Upon arriving at the reception desk, she called out to the receptionist.
Excuse me, madam, I’m looking for my two saleswomen, Adaeze and Chioma, as well as my son.
They came here with a woman named Olabisi.
Are they still here? The receptionist, visibly confused, raised an eyebrow.
Ah, the three women left a while ago… The owner gritted her teeth.
Three women? Are you sure? My son was with them.
The receptionist shook her head.
No, there were only three of them.
A lady and the two young girls.
A shiver ran down the owner’s spine.
She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.
Perhaps there was a simple misunderstanding.
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perhaps the girls had gone straight back to the shop.
She thanked the receptionist and immediately returned to the market, but once there, her anxiety intensified: Adaeze and Chioma still hadn’t returned.
Neither had her son.
The wait became unbearable.
She waited another two hours, observing every passerby, scanning every corner of the market, hoping to see her son and the two girls appear.
Nothing.
Her heart raced.
She hurried back to the hotel.
‘They still haven’t come back?’ she asked the receptionist feverishly .
‘No, ma’am.
Is there a problem? Yes! My daughters had accompanied her here with my son, and they never came back! ‘ The receptionist frowned , puzzled.
‘ You say your son was with them? Of course! Wait.
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but I assure you, I didn’t see any boys with them.
‘ The landlady’s face tightened.
Are you sure? Yes, ma’am.
The three of them left, without anyone else.
A heavy silence fell.
The landlady felt her blood run cold.
Come with me, said the receptionist.
Maybe they’ve already come back and we missed their return.
They quickly went upstairs and pushed open the door to Olabisi’s room.
There, they discovered a scene that confirmed the landlady’s worst fears.
The young man was lying on the bed, completely inert.
What the.
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?! she cried, rushing to her son.
She shook him violently.
Wake up, you idiot! Where are the girls?! The boy opened his eyes with difficulty, still numb from the sleeping pills.
They.
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they’re outside.
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he murmured in a thick voice.
Outside where?! He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy, his head was spinning.
The receptionist took in the scene and declared gravely : He’s been drugged.
The landlady clenched her fists.
Everything was clear now.
She had been fooled.
Fury in her stomach, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
Hello? It’s me.
I have a problem.
A woman left with the girls I bought from you.
A calm but sharp voice answered from the other end.
She left with them? Yes.
Okay.
Don’t worry.
We’ll handle this.
She hung up, her face contorted.
In Mbakassa, at the police station, after speaking with Ebuka, the officers decided it was time to confront father and daughter.
They ushered Ebuka into the office where Amara, Adaeze , and Chioma were .
As soon as his eyes met his daughter’s, Ebuka lost all control.
Adaeze… is that you?! Tears immediately welled up in his eyes.
His heart was pounding as he slowly walked towards her.
My daughter… are you alive?! He took her in his arms, bursting into tears.
Amara, too, was crying silently.
My child… forgive me… Emotions were running high.
But outside, tension was rising.
Rumors had spread throughout Mbakassa: a girl who had returned from the dead was at the police station.
A huge crowd gathered in front of the building, demanding to see these girls with their own eyes.
The shouts, the jostling… all this created an uproar that even the police officers had difficulty managing.
Inside, Adaeze and Chioma finally understood the magnitude of the situation.
Mom… what are they saying? Adaeze whispered, troubled.
Amara looked away.
My daughter… to us, you were dead.
Adaeze and Chioma exchanged a glance.
They were in shock.
But suddenly, something strange happened.
Adaeze? Ebuka called.
She slowly turned her head towards him, but… She could no longer speak.
The police officers persisted.
Miss, explain to your father what you told us.
Adaeze opened her mouth… but no sound came out.
She began to tremble, her eyes fixed on space.
Chioma didn’t move either.
Her gaze was vacant, her lips sealed.
What’s happening to them?! Amara worried.
The police officers exchanged troubled glances.
And then a scream echoed through the station.
Ahhhhhhh! It was Ifeoma.
She had started laughing and talking to herself, shaking her head like a madwoman.
Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her body spasmed.
What’s happening to her?! Ebuka shouted in panic.
One of the officers shook his head, his gaze dark.
They’ve done something.
Who? The ones she sold them to .
They had sealed their secret.
Adaeze and Chioma had become shadows of their former selves, frozen in eternal silence.
And Ifeoma? Madness had consumed her.
Olabisi tried in vain to get Chioma to talk.
The girl stared at her, her gaze blank, lost in an unfathomable abyss.
Chioma, please… try to tell me where your parents live.
Give me their address.
But nothing.
No reaction.
Olabisi sighed, trying to remain calm.
She needed that address, not only to return Chioma to her family, but also to get back the ticket she had paid for her.
But now, that seemed impossible.
What can be done? asked a police officer, visibly concerned.
No one knew where Chioma’s family was .
No contact, no clues.
It was unthinkable to leave her alone, but without a way to find her loved ones, she became an enigma whose equation no one could solve .
Finally, after much discussion, the police decided to entrust Chioma to a foster family.
We will look after her, declared one of the shelter officials.
Thus, the young girl was placed in a new home, where strangers would henceforth take care of her.
As for Ifeoma, her condition worsened rapidly.
Madness was slowly consuming her.
She muttered incomprehensible words , burst out laughing for no reason , and stared at invisible shadows.
The police took her to a specialized center for the mentally ill, hoping she could receive proper care.
But her madness was so extreme that after a few weeks, even the doctors gave up.
We can’t help her, announced the center’s director.
She was rejected from the center and left to fend for herself.
From then on, Ifeoma wandered the streets like a lost soul, a specter haunting the alleys of Mbakassa.
Residents sometimes saw her walking aimlessly, dressed in rags, muttering nonsense.
She, who once inspired respect and fear, was now nothing more than a shadow lost in madness.
Amara had brought Adaeze home.
She’s here, but.
.
.
she’s not really here anymore.
Adaeze no longer spoke.
She hardly moved.
Her gaze remained blank, fixed on an invisible point.
She could neither work nor communicate.
She only ate when she was fed.
Sometimes, she didn’t even get up.
She sat there, inert, and defecated in her clothes.
It was up to her family to take care of her, to bathe her, feed her, put her to bed.
Amara spent her days observing her, looking for a sign, a hope, a miracle.
But Adaeze remained frozen in silence.
Years passed.
Obiageli, Adaeze’s little sister , had grown up.
She had completed her studies with flying colors and obtained her baccalaureate.
Where her sister had failed because of Ifeoma’s betrayal, Obiageli would succeed.
She continued her studies and eventually landed a stable job.
Thanks to her, the family finally enjoyed a respectable life.
When the police completed their investigation, a decision was made: All of Ifeoma’s assets were to go to Amara and Ebuka’s family.
But they didn’t like the idea.
We can’t live in this house, Ebuka declared firmly.
Never, Amara added.
This house was a place tainted by dark practices.
There was no way they could live there, fearing it was haunted by the darkness of its former owner.
So they asked the police to put the plot and all of Ifeoma’s belongings up for sale.
A bailiff was entrusted with the transaction, and once the sale was finalized, the money was handed over to them.
With this sum, they were able to support the twins’ studies and allow Obiageli to continue his academic career in the best possible conditions.
They also bought a new plot of land and began building their own home, far from the shadows of the past.
Amara and Ebuka’s family had regained stability.
But despite this newfound prosperity, a shadow still hung over them.
.
.
A young girl, sitting in a corner of the house, silent, frozen in time.
A daughter and sister they had lost once.
.
.
and who, despite her return, seemed forever absent.
The lessons to be learned from this story.
No one can raise a child with the same love, patience , and protection as their own parents.
Ebuka and Amara, overwhelmed by poverty, thought they were doing the right thing by entrusting Adaeze to Ifeoma.
She seemed like a blessing, a gateway to a better future.
After all, she was her aunt, a successful woman, a trusted relative.
Yet that trust was betrayed.
Ifeoma had never had children of her own, and she didn’t feel that natural instinct to protect Adaeze.
She abandoned her to a cruel fate, where she was exploited and deprived of her freedom, for her own gain.
If Ebuka and Amara had known that behind their sister’s smile lurked a cold ambition, they would never have entrusted their daughter to her.
But how could they have guessed? Therein lies the greatest mistake: we never truly know the hearts of others, even when they are part of our own blood.
If the situation becomes too difficult, it is possible to ask for help, but without ever completely abdicating our role.
For those who nurture do not always guarantee affection, and those who protect materially do not always protect morally.
The true lesson of this story is clear: no matter the poverty, no matter the hardship, a parent must take responsibility for their child’s future.
For only a father or mother can truly build a future with love, protection, and commitment, without ever compromising their child’s well-being.
