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The Missing ChildPart Two: The Elder's Terrifying DreamThe c**k had not yet crowed when Nana Kwaku, the oldest elder in ...
04/06/2026

The Missing Child
Part Two: The Elder's Terrifying Dream
The c**k had not yet crowed when Nana Kwaku, the oldest elder in Akwanta, struck his wooden staff upon the ground three times.
Tok! Tok! Tok!
The sound echoed through the sleeping village.
People emerged from their huts carrying lanterns. Fear lingered on every face.
The disappearance of little Kofi had already become the only thing anyone could talk about.
Chief Mensah arrived with the council of elders.
"Nana Kwaku," he said gravely, "why have you summoned us before sunrise?"
The old man sat beneath the sacred baobab tree.
Though his eyes had been blind for many years, people often said he could see things hidden from ordinary sight.
His face was pale.
His hands trembled.
"I have seen something," he whispered.
The crowd fell silent.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
"I saw the missing child."
A gasp spread through the gathering.
Ama nearly collapsed.
"My son!" she cried. "Where is he?"
Nana Kwaku slowly raised his head.
"He stands beside the Golden River."
Murmurs swept through the crowd.
The Golden River was no ordinary river.
According to ancient stories, it flowed through the spirit world beyond the Forbidden Forestβ€”a place where humans were warned never to enter.
Some believed it existed only in legends.
Others feared it was very real.
The elder continued.
"Behind the child stood a shadow."
His voice shook.
"A shadow I prayed never to see again."
The elders exchanged uneasy glances.
Chief Mensah frowned.
"What shadow?"
For a long moment, Nana Kwaku remained silent.
Then he spoke words that caused even the bravest hunters to shiver.
"The Keeper of Secrets."
Suddenly, the crowd erupted in frightened whispers.
Children clung to their mothers.
The younger men looked confused.
Only the oldest villagers understood.
For generations, the tale of the Keeper of Secrets had been forbidden.
It was said that long ago, before Akwanta was founded, a powerful spirit guarded an ancient truth hidden deep within the forest.
The spirit demanded honesty from all who lived on the land.
Whenever greed, betrayal, or lies corrupted a community, the Keeper would awaken.
And when it awoke...
Someone would disappear.
The last time the spirit was seen had been nearly one hundred years earlier.
Or so the stories claimed.
Ama's voice trembled.
"Are you saying the spirit took my son?"
The elder shook his head.
"No."
The crowd stared.
"The child was not taken."
"What do you mean?" asked Kojo.
Nana Kwaku's face darkened.
"The child was called."
The words settled heavily over the village.
Before anyone could speak again, a young hunter named Jabari stepped forward.
Jabari was known for his courage.
Tall and strong, he feared neither leopard nor snake.
"Then we must find him," he declared.
"Whether he walks among spirits or men, we bring him home."
Many nodded.
But the elder lifted a warning finger.
"The path ahead is dangerous."
"Why?" Jabari asked.
"The forest remembers things that people wish to forget."
Nobody understood his meaning.
Not yet.
Just then, a frightened woman came running from the edge of the village.
She was breathing hard.
"There is something you must see!"
The crowd rushed after her.
She led them toward the forest boundary.
When they arrived, everyone froze.
There in the soft red earth were footprints.
Small footprints.
Kofi's footprints.
But beside them was something far more disturbing.
A second set of tracks.
Massive.
Strange.
Unlike any animal known to the hunters.
And glowing faintly beneath the morning sunlight.
The footprints led directly into the Forbidden Forest.
Then vanished.
As the villagers stared in horror, Jabari noticed something else.
Half-buried in the dirt lay an ancient wooden pendant.
Its surface was carved with symbols no one had seen for generations.
Except Nana Kwaku.
The old elder touched it and immediately gasped.
His hands began to shake violently.
Because he recognized the pendant.
It belonged to a man who had vanished many years ago.
A man connected to the secret the village had buried.
And if the pendant had returned...
Then the truth was finally coming back.
Whether Akwanta was ready or not.
To be continued in Part Three...
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The Missing ChildPart One: The Day the Drums Fell SilentLong before the roads of iron crossed the land and before strang...
04/06/2026

The Missing Child
Part One: The Day the Drums Fell Silent
Long before the roads of iron crossed the land and before strange tongues echoed through the valleys, there stood a village called Akwanta, hidden between emerald forests and sacred rivers.
The people of Akwanta were known for their unity.
At sunrise, farmers marched into their fields carrying hoes upon their shoulders. Women sang songs as they pounded yam beneath giant iroko trees. Children laughed as they chased butterflies through narrow footpaths lined with red earth.
Life flowed peacefully like the River Nwanyi, the sacred river believed to be blessed by the ancestors.
Among all the children in Akwanta, none was loved more than little Kofi.
Kofi was only eight seasons old.
His eyes sparkled like morning dew. His smile could melt the hardest heart. Even the village elders often paused their serious meetings to listen to his endless questions.
"Kofi," his mother Ama would say with laughter, "one day your curiosity will carry you farther than your feet."
Nobody knew how true those words would become.
One bright market day, the village square overflowed with activity.
Drummers played.
Traders bargained.
Children danced around colorful stalls.
Ama was selling baskets while Kofi played with his friends near the sacred baobab tree.
The afternoon sun climbed high.
Then something happened.
Something no one could explain.
Kofi vanished.
One moment he was there.
The next moment he was gone.
His friends searched behind stalls.
They checked the riverbank.
They looked beneath carts and inside huts.
Nothing.
No trace.
No sound.
No answer.
When Ama heard the news, the basket she held fell from her hands.
Her husband Kojo dropped his farming tools and ran through the village shouting his son's name.
"KOFI!"
Only silence answered.
As darkness covered the land, fear settled over Akwanta like a heavy blanket.
The village chief ordered a search.
Hunters carried torches into the forest.
Women gathered to pray.
Elders consulted ancient divination stones.
But Kofi was nowhere to be found.
That night, nobody slept.
And as the moon rose above the forest, an old blind elder named Nana Kwaku suddenly awoke from a terrifying dream.
He saw a child standing beside a golden river.
Behind the child stood a shadow older than time itself.
The elder's heart trembled.
For he recognized the shadow.
It belonged to a secret that the village had buried many generations ago.
A secret that was never meant to return.
And now...
It was awake.
To be continued in Part Two...
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I remember the day I boarded a bus going to Awgu from Enugu town, as the bus took off from the park and neared the expre...
04/06/2026

I remember the day I boarded a bus going to Awgu from Enugu town, as the bus took off from the park and neared the express, one of the passengers shouted "Praaaiise the Lord!!", but before other passengers could respond, the conductor shouted "stop that rubbish!". We were all confused, you sure say this conductor no be marine spirit?
The passenger tried shouting again, but before she could even say "praise", the conductor and the driver shouted at her simultaneously to keep quiet.
Wahala!!😲
Before I knew it, almost everyone in the bus started "kabashing", binding and casting conductor and his driver. I was busy observing when they will start turning to snake, owl or even cat, but they were busy laughing at the passengers πŸ˜‚. Eleyi gidi gan! When they saw nothing was happening, one of the passengers now decided to ask them why they didn't allow the woman to pray and they told the following story.
Last week, we pick passengers wey de go Enugu from Awka, so one woman come decide to pray, all of us quiet, come concentrate like person wey dey await judgement. But she no start the prayer immediately, she say she wan preach small before the main prayer.
Na there problem start.
This woman come de condemn trouser, wig, necklace, earing etc. She even condemn belt wey get metal head join. Na so argument take start. Before you know wetin de happen, there voice come de rise, but we no chook mouth for their matter o, until one man, out of frustration, land slap for the woman cheek, Gbawam!!, the woman come return the slap like returning officer, Gbozaa!!! Na so fight start inside bus o, as we de try stop the fight, we approach army checkpoint. Them say make all of us come down.
Soldier: why una de cause confusion for road
Silence 🀐
Soldier: una no go talk ba?
Silence again 🀐
Soldier: who be the conductor here?

I come raise my hand πŸ–οΈ

Soldier: come like this (pointing to the side of the road close to the gutter)

Soldier: wey driver?

The driver raise him own hand

Soldier: oya since una no fit control una passengers, collect cutlass.

Approprinquo!!!

We cut grass so tey blisters full our hand.

Na why we decide say from that day, no form of preaching or praying inside our bus, if you wan pray, abeg pray inside your mind, God go still hear am.

Everywhere come quiet like burial ground until we reach where we de go.

04/06/2026

I said I'll save money this month. Then data subscription reminded me who's in charge. πŸ“±πŸ˜­

04/06/2026

I opened my fridge 10 times today. Nothing changed, but hope is free. πŸ˜‚

04/06/2026

My financial status is currently "Turn on the generator? Let's discuss this decision as a family." πŸ˜‚βš‘πŸ’Έ

04/06/2026

I don't need a DNA test. The way I love sleep and avoid responsibility already proves I'm my father's child. πŸ˜‚πŸ”₯

04/06/2026

Some people wake up and choose violence. I wake up and choose "Check Account Balance" for unnecessary heartbreak. 🀣

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