Title: The Dying Mermaid Begged The fisherman to Raise her baby But With Conditions The morning mist clung to the Atlantic waters like the breath of ancestors when Baba Tunde first saw her. She lay half-submerged in the shallows where the great river kissed the sea, her dark skin glistening with scales that caught the early light like scattered diamonds. Blóód clouded the water around her. "Fisherman," she whispered, her voice carrying the sound of waves breaking on distant shores. "Come closer." Baba Tunde had been casting his nets in these waters for thirty-seven years. He had seen strange things—lights that danced beneath the waves, voices that called from the deep on moonless nights. But never this. Never a woman with a fish's tail, holding a crying infant to her breast. "You are dying," he said, setting down his net and wading toward her. "Yes." Her eyes, dark as the ocean's depths, fixed on his face. "But my child must live. Will you take her?" The baby's cries pierced the morning air. She was perfect—tiny fingers, a crown of black curls, skin the color of rich earth. Human in every way that mattered. "I am old," Baba Tunde said. "My wife dièd five seasons ago. I have no milk to give." "Mama Efe in your village lost her own child three days past. Her breasts are heavy with sorrow and milk. She will nurse my daughter." The mermaid's breathing grew labored, and with great effort, she pressed a glowing conch shell into Baba Tunde's weathered palm. "But there are conditions." Baba Tunde felt his heart quicken. In all the stories his grandmother told, conditions from the spirit world were never simple. "What conditions?" The mermaid pressed the child into his arms. The infant stopped crying instantly, her large eyes—so like her mother's—staring up at him with an unsettling intelligence. "I cannot tell you now," the mermaid gasped. "The knowledge must come when the time is right, or it will poîson everything. But know this—if you break even one condition, she will be lost to the depths forever, and you will follow her." "How will I know what they are?" The mermaid's lips curved in a painful smile. "Watch the shell. When it dims, listen to your heart. When it stops glowing..." Her voice grew fainter. "When it stops glowing, bring her back to this exact spot. That is all I can tell you now." Click on the link below 👇👇 to watch the full story https://youtu.be/wJTlWhgb4-k?si=n1vf0xFdyySy3wU0