Author: Mustopha Writes
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Episode 1: When Love and Blood Clash
The first time I saw Aisha, she was standing by the well in our compound, struggling with the rope. Her scarf had fallen off her head and her braids glistened in the sun.
I didn’t even know her name — I only knew she had just moved into the house next door with her father. People said her mother died in childbirth. Others said she was from a cursed family.
I didn’t care. I smiled at her.
She didn’t smile back.
But that was the beginning.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself timing my movements — pretending to pass by the well when I knew she would be there. I would offer to help her with the bucket, just so I could hear her say “Thank you” in that soft, shy voice.
My mother noticed the change in me. One evening, she asked:
> “Kolajo, are you talking to that girl again?”
I said yes, and she slapped me.
> “She’s from the Salisu family. Don’t you know what they did to your uncle?”
I didn’t care about village stories. I cared about how Aisha looked at me when I smiled. I cared about how she whispered “Good morning” like she was afraid of the win
d hearing her.
But what I didn’t know was that my mother had already made a plan to chase her away.
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💔 To Be Continued...
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✍️ Episode 2: The Night She Called Me Crying
I hadn’t seen Aisha for two days.
Normally, she’d wave shyly when I passed, but now her window stayed shut, her door locked. Even her father didn’t show up at his usual spot under the mango tree.
Then around 9:47 pm, I got a flash message on my phone. It was from an unknown number:
> “Kolajo, please are you awake? I need to talk.”
I knew it was her.
I stepped outside and saw her standing in the shadows, wearing a white scarf and an oversized hoodie. She looked smaller than usual — like someone who had been crying.
> “My dad says we have to move,” she said, her voice shaking.
> “Why?”
> “Your mother came here. She insulted him. She said I’m using charm to confuse you.”
I felt like my chest was hit with a hammer.
My mother had crossed the line.
> “I’m not trying to destroy your family,” she whispered.
“I didn’t even know you liked me at first... but I always prayed you would talk to me.”
Right there, under the half-dead streetlight, I held her hand.
And for the first time, she didn’t pull away.
> “Don’t go,” I said.
“Please don’t let my mother’s fear ruin what we’re building.”
But deep down, I knew she was already halfway gone.
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💔 To Be Continued...
Next episode: “My Mother Gave Me a Wicked Ultimatum.”
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