She was once loved, until one moment changed everything.
Beautiful Adama danced joyfully with her friends. Her laughter filled the village market. She was humble, kind, and loved by everyone.
In the village of Oodo, there was a girl named Adama. She was known for her kindness. She helped the elderly and shared the little she had. She spoke only words of kindness.
“So good to see you.”
As she grew, her beauty and gentle heart became even more striking. Every year during the yam festival, something magical happened. In the crowd, she would always see a young man. They never spoke, never touched, but their eyes always met every time. And then he would disappear.
She never knew his name. She never knew where he came from. Yet she kept thinking about him.
At the age of 23, Adama had grown into a beautiful woman admired by many. Men from far and near came to ask for her hand in marriage. But her heart still waited for the mysterious young man from the festival.
After some years, she married a hardworking farmer named Ikena, and their life was peaceful. People still greeted her. Children smiled at her. Women praised her. And everywhere she went, people admired her beauty.
Then joy came. Adama discovered she was pregnant. Her heart was full of happiness.
One morning, she and her husband set out to visit her parents to share the good news. The road was calm. The sun was warm, until it wasn’t.
Evil men appeared out of nowhere and attacked them. Screams filled the air. Before anyone could help, her husband was killed. Adama survived, but her world was shattered.
When she returned to the village as a widow, whispers followed her like a shadow.
“How can a young woman lose her husband at this age?”
They said she must be cursed.
Tradition demanded that her hair be cut because she had lost her husband so young. Three old women held her down as she cried, each lock of hair falling heavily to the ground.
Still, a child was growing in her womb.
But fate struck again.
On the day of delivery, Adama lost her baby.
The villagers whispered, “She must be a witch.”
People stopped greeting her. People avoided her. Only one friend, Sika, dared to visit her in secret.
Adama was alone. And just when she thought her life was over, the shadow of change quietly approached the village.
