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31/03/2026

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Once upon the time there lived a young man named Afamefula. He was tired of poverty. Every day, he searched for money. He worked small jobs, borrowed from friends, and even tried trading, but nothing worked. Money never stayed in his hands.

One night, out of desperation, he remembered an old belief in his village that the water goddess could bless a person with wealth if given the right sacrifice.

So Afamefula gathered what he could: bananas, chewing gum, biscuits, a comb, a mirror, a white wrapper, sweets, and a white bowl. When the night grew deep and silent, and the moon hid behind the clouds, he quietly made his way to the river.

At exactly midnight, the river was calm, lonely, and noiseless.

With a trembling voice, he called upon the water goddess.

The water began to move gently. Then suddenly, she appeared before him in human form beautiful, glowing, and powerful.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Afamefula did not think twice. “I need wealth,” he said quickly.

The goddess laughed softly, but there was warning in her laughter.

“Can you withstand the principle of wealth?” she asked.

Afamefula paused, but his hunger for riches was stronger than his fear. “Yes, I can,” he replied.

After a moment of silence, the goddess agreed. She told him to fetch water from the river.

“Take this water,” she said. “Every morning, speak your desire into it. Whatever you say with your mouth, so shall it be.”

Afamefula was filled with joy. He thanked her and ran home, his heart beating fast with excitement.

At exactly 4:22 a.m. that same morning, he woke up. He carried the water and prayed:

“My mother in the water world, from today, anything I touch should turn to money.”

After saying this, he smiled proudly and went back to lie down.

The moment his hand touched his bed…

The bed turned into money.

Afamefula jumped up in shock then burst into laughter.

“It has worked! I am rich!” he shouted.

In excitement, he touched his pillow—it turned into money.

He touched his wooden chair it turned into money.

He touched his door it turned into money.

He ran around the house, touching everything. His table, his mat, his cup, even his clothes everything turned into money.

Soon, his small room was filled with heaps of cash.

But then… hunger came.

Afamefula picked up a banana to eat.

The moment he touched it it turned into money.

He tried to drink water the cup turned into money in his hand.

His smile slowly disappeared.

Then he felt pressed. He needed to urinate.

He rushed outside, but the moment his hand touched his own body…

It turned into money.

Afamefula screamed in fear.

“What have I done to myself?!”

Now he could not eat. He could not drink. He could not even live normally. Everything he touched became money including his own body.

The wealth he prayed for had become a curse.

Crying and frustrated, Afamefula ran back to the river that same night. He called the goddess again and again.

After a long time, she appeared.

“Please!” he cried. “Take this power away from me! I cannot live like this!”

The goddess looked at him calmly.

“I asked you if you could withstand the principle of wealth,” she said.

Afamefula fell to his knees. “I was foolish. I only wanted money. I did not think about life.”

The goddess shook her head slowly.

“True wealth is not just money,” she said. “It is wisdom, patience, and balance.”

Afamefula begged and cried, but the goddess gave him no solution.

“This is the choice you made,” she said, and disappeared into the river.

Afamefula was left alone—surrounded by money, yet unable to live.

From that day, his story became a warning in the village.

MORAL LESSON:
Be careful what you wish for. Wealth without wisdom can bring sorrow instead of joy. True riches come from understanding, not just desire.

By
ERNEST JUMBO
“The glass masquerade of Africa “

07/03/2026

MERCY THE AKARA GIRL!

Long ago, in a small village surrounded by tall palm trees and dusty footpaths, there lived a young girl named “Mercy” Anyone who met Mercy would notice her beauty immediately. She had bright eyes, smooth skin, and a confident walk that made people turn their heads.

But Mercy had a problem.

Her beauty came with great arrogance

Mercy lived with her parents and her younger siblings in a small mud house at the edge of the village. Life was very hard for them. Her mother woke up every morning before the first c**k crowed to fry akara by the roadside. The smell of the hot beans cake would spread through the village as people going to the farm stopped to buy some.

The little money Mercy’s mother made from selling akara was what the whole family depended on to eat.

Some days the akara sold well.

Some days it did not.

On the bad days, Mercy and her siblings went to bed with empty stomachs.

Because of their poverty, Mercy often felt ashamed of her background. Instead of being humble and hardworking like her mother, she began to grow proud and disrespectful. She believed she was too beautiful to suffer in the village.

One afternoon, Mercy’s childhood friend Ngozi who had moved to Port Harcourt, came back to visit the village.

Ngozi had changed a lot. She wore nice clothes, spoke confidently, and told stories about the busy city life.

Mercy listened with wide eyes.

“My friend,” Ngozi said kindly, “why don’t you come with me to Port Harcourt? There are many opportunities there. You can start a new life.”

Mercy didn’t think twice.

Within a few days, she packed her few clothes and followed Ngozi to the big city.

Port Harcourt was very different from the quiet village. Cars filled the roads. Tall buildings touched the sky. People hurried everywhere.

Mercy quickly enjoyed the city life. She liked dressing well and going out. Because she was very beautiful, many people admired her.

One day, while she was walking through a shopping area, a young man named Prince saw her.

Prince came from a well-respected and wealthy family. But he was also known to be humble and kind.

When he saw Mercy, he was immediately attracted to her.

After introducing himself, they began to talk often. Prince liked Mercy so much that he started visiting her regularly. He bought her gifts and took her to nice places.

Soon, Prince decided he wanted to marry her.

He planned a special surprise proposal.

One evening, he invited Mercy to a beautiful restaurant in the city. The place was calm and decorated with soft lights and flowers.

Mercy arrived wearing a shining dress, feeling very proud of herself.

Prince had secretly arranged everything. He planned that after dinner, he would bring out a ring and ask Mercy to marry him.

As they sat down, a young waitress politely came to serve them water.

The waitress was a simple and hardworking girl. She smiled gently as she placed the glasses on the table.

Mercy picked up her glass and suddenly frowned.

“This glass is dirty!” she shouted loudly.

The waitress looked surprised. “I’m sorry, madam. I can replace it immediately.”

But Mercy’s anger had already risen.

“How dare you bring this kind of thing to me?” Mercy yelled.

Before anyone could react, Mercy stood up and slapped the waitress across the face.

The restaurant became completely silent.

The waitress held her cheek in shock, her eyes filled with tears.

Prince froze in his seat.

He looked at Mercy with deep disappointment.

At that moment, Prince realized something important.

Beauty without kindness is empty.

He slowly stood up and walked to the waitress.

“I am very sorry for what happened,” he said gently.

Then he turned back to Mercy.

“I thought I loved you,” he said calmly. “But today I have seen your true character.”

Mercy crossed her arms proudly, thinking Prince would support her.

But instead, Prince did something nobody expected.

He reached into his pocket and brought out the small ring box.

Mercy smiled proudly, thinking the proposal was finally coming.

But Prince walked past her.

He stood in front of the waitress.

Everyone in the restaurant watched in shock as Prince knelt down.

“My dear,” he said to the waitress kindly, “a person who can remain calm even after being insulted has a good heart. Will you accept this ring and allow me to know you better?”

The waitress was speechless.

Mercy’s face turned pale.

The same arrogance that made her slap someone had just taken away the greatest opportunity of her life.

People in the restaurant began whispering.

Mercy slowly realized what her pride had cost her.

She left the restaurant quietly that night with a heavy heart.

From that day on, Mercy understood something her poor mother had always tried to teach her:

Good character is more valuable than beauty, money, or pride.

MORAL LESSON:
The way we treat people, especially those who serve us, reveals our true character..

By
ERNEST JUMBO
“The glass masquerade of Africa “

06/03/2026

TEARS OF ABIGAIL!

Long ago in the lively city of Omoku , there lived a very beautiful young girl named Abigail. Her beauty was known in every corner of the city. Her skin shone like morning light, and her laughter could make people turn their heads.

But Abigail had a proud heart.

When she turned eighteen, many young men in the city began to admire her. They were hardworking young men, traders and apprentices who hoped one day to marry a good wife.

But Abigail would laugh at them.

“Look at you small boys,” she would say with pride. “You are not in my class.”

Her friends, girls her age, warned her many times.

“Abigail ,” they said, “a good husband grows with you. Do not despise the young men who want to build a future.”

But Abigail did not listen.

Instead, she chose to spend her time with married men in the city and nearby towns. These men had money, big motorcycles, and fine clothes. They bought her expensive wrappers and took her to places her age mates had never seen.

Because of this, Abigail began to mock her friends.

“You people are wasting your youth,” she would say. “While you struggle with small boys, I enjoy life with real men.”

Her words hurt many hearts.

One by one, her friends left her. The young men she mocked also stopped greeting her. Soon, they turned their attention to younger girls who were humble and respectful.

Years passed.

Abigail was still living the same life.

The married men continued visiting her secretly. They promised her many things, but none ever spoke of marriage. Still, Amaka believed that one day one of them would leave his wife for her.

But that day never came.

Before she knew it, Abigail turned thirty-five.

By then, things had changed.

The married men who once rushed to her had grown older. Their wives had forgiven them or fought to keep their homes. Slowly, they stopped visiting Abigail.

Some blocked her number.
Some moved to other towns.
Some simply disappeared.

Abigail waited.

But nobody came.

The young men she once laughed at were no longer small boys. They had become responsible husbands and fathers. Their homes were filled with laughter and children. Their wives were the same humble girls Amaka once called “not in her class.”

Now Abigail wanted a husband.

She dressed well and attended weddings, hoping someone would notice her. But the men her age were already married.

Suitors did come but not the ones she dreamed of.

Some were widowers with many children.
Some were old grandfathers looking for someone to cook for them.

Each time, Abigail would reject them.

“I deserve better,” she said.

But as more years passed, her beauty slowly faded. The bright glow of her youth disappeared. Her face began to wrinkle, and sadness lived in her eyes.

Fear entered her heart.

Abigail began running from place to place looking for solutions. She went to many churches. She prayed day and night.

“God, give me a husband,” she cried.

She visited prophets and spiritual houses. Some told her to fast. Some told her to pray for forty days. Others gave her strange instructions.

Abigail tried everything.

But nothing worked.

The truth was simple: the time she used to build a good future was the time she used to chase empty pleasures.

Loneliness became her companion.

One evening, during the city Carnival, Abigail sat alone under a big mango tree. She watched children running around happily while their parents laughed and talked together.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She finally understood something she had refused to see for many years.

The same young men she once called “small boys” had become strong men with beautiful families.

The same friends she mocked were now respected wives and mothers.

And Abigail sat alone.

From that day, people in the city told the story of Abigail to their daughters so they would learn from her mistake.

MORAL LESSON:

Youth is a gift that must be used wisely. Pride, greed, and chasing quick pleasure can destroy the future. Respect people who grow with you, because the seeds you plant in your youth are the fruits you will eat in old age.

By
ERNEST JUMBO
“The glass masquerade of Africa “

03/03/2026

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THE WEALTHY WOMAN AND THE KIND MAN!

“Story of a wealthy woman In Search for love “

Long ago, in a small village near a wide river, there lived a very wealthy woman named Amina. She had big houses, many servants, and more gold than anyone in the land. But Amina had a strange problem. She was afraid of becoming poor. She feared that one day all her riches would disappear.

Because of this fear, she decided to hide her true identity. She dressed in old clothes and went far away to work in a palm kernel mill. She wanted to learn how poor people lived and worked.

The work in the mill was very hard. The sun was hot, and the machines were loud. The workers carried heavy baskets of palm kernels on their heads.
The other workers did not like Amina. They laughed at her torn clothes. They called her weak and lazy. They gave her the hardest work. She felt sad every day.

But there was one man in the mill. His name was Kofi. Many people said Kofi was ugly because his face had scars and one of his eyes was small. They also laughed at him.
Kofi was different from the others. He spoke kindly to Amina. When she was tired, he helped her carry her load. When she had no food, he shared his own food with her. Sometimes he even gave her his last piece of yam.

Day by day, Amina’s heart became warm. She saw that Kofi was not ugly. His heart was beautiful. They talked every evening after work. Soon, they fell in love.

One day, Amina could not hide the truth anymore. She told Kofi, “I am not a poor worker. I am a very wealthy woman. I came here because I was afraid of being poor.”

Kofi was surprised, but he did not change. He still treated her with love and respect.

Amina smiled and said, “You loved me when I had nothing. You shared your last food with me. Now I will share everything I have with you.”

She took Kofi to her town. She gave him fine clothes and taught him how to manage her businesses. They got married in a joyful celebration. The same people who once laughed at them were amazed.

Amina was no longer afraid of being poor, because she had found something greater than money true love and kindness.

MORAL LESSON:
Do not judge people by their looks or by their situation. A good heart is more valuable than riches. Kindness will always bring great rewards.

By
ERNEST JUMBO
“The glass masquerade of Africa

26/02/2026

BEYOND THE BROKEN HEART!


There was once a woman named Ama who lived on a small farm. She had only one child, a little boy who was three years old. He liked to run in the fields and laugh at the birds.

One afternoon, while Ama was working, the boy followed a butterfly into the tall corn. The farm was wide and quiet. When Amina went to call him, he did not answer.

She searched everywhere. The neighbors came to help. They looked until the sun went down and the sky became dark. But they could not find the child.

Amma’s heart was broken. She stopped going to the farm. She stopped smiling. She said, “The farm has taken my only joy.”

One day, an old farmer came to her and said, “If you stop planting, the land will stay empty. If you plant again, life will grow again.”

Slowly, Ama returned to her farm. She planted seeds with tears in her eyes. As time passed, crops began to grow. She also began to care for children in the village who had no mothers. She fed them and told them stories.

Years later, people said, “Ama lost one child, but she became a mother to many.”

And the elders would say:

Pa1n can break your heart, but it can also open it.
When life takes something from you, do not stop planting good things.

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