The Garden of Secret Cries
Episode 1: From Hunger to Horror: The Hidden Price of Akinlolu's Wealth"
Akinlolu was a man the world would one day call “Chief,” but his story didn’t begin with power and praise. It began with hunger. He lived in a small, broken-down room with his wife and two children in the heart of Ibadan. Every morning, he woke up with nothing but worry. There was no food to give his children, no job, and no hope.
His wife tried to support him, but the pain of watching their children cry each night was too much. One evening, she asked, “Is this how we will keep living?” Akinlolu had no answer.
That night, sitting outside in the dark, a strange man appeared. His eyes were sharp, his voice deep. He said, “I know you’re tired of this life. I can help you. But what you want comes with a price.” Akinlolu, desperate and broken, said without thinking, “I will do anything.”
The man smiled. “Go to the river by midnight. Wait there. You’ll hear what to do.”
At midnight, Akinlolu walked to the river. The place was quiet, too quiet. Then, he heard voices—not from people, but from the wind. They whispered strange things, calling his name, making promises.
“We can make you rich,” they said, “but you must give us life for life. Every year, bring us a newborn, fresh and innocent. Bury it with your hands, and we will bless you.”
Akinlolu’s body shook. “A child?” he asked. “I must bury a child?”
There was silence for a moment, then a soft echo: “Or remain poor forever.”
He went home and couldn’t sleep. But in the morning, a man came to offer him a job. Then, someone else offered him a car. By the end of the week, money had started flowing in. The promise was real.
A year later, a woman brought him a baby wrapped in white cloth. She was a midwife—her heart long gone. She said, “The mother thinks this child is dead. Take it.”
That night, Akinlolu dug his first hole. With shaking hands, he buried the baby in the garden behind his house. He didn’t sleep that night, but in the morning, he got a business deal that changed his life.
And so, every year, on the night of a new moon, he continued. A baby. A hole. A promise.
He became wealthy beyond measure. He built mansions, drove the finest cars, and even started his journey into politics. His wife believed he was just hardworking. The maid, however, noticed things—blood on the shovel, cries in the wind—but fear kept her quiet.
What Akinlolu didn’t know was that every baby he buried left behind a spirit. And spirits do not forget.
Episode 1: From Hunger to Horror: The Hidden Price of Akinlolu's Wealth"
Akinlolu was a man the world would one day call “Chief,” but his story didn’t begin with power and praise. It began with hunger. He lived in a small, broken-down room with his wife and two children in the heart of Ibadan. Every morning, he woke up with nothing but worry. There was no food to give his children, no job, and no hope.
His wife tried to support him, but the pain of watching their children cry each night was too much. One evening, she asked, “Is this how we will keep living?” Akinlolu had no answer.
That night, sitting outside in the dark, a strange man appeared. His eyes were sharp, his voice deep. He said, “I know you’re tired of this life. I can help you. But what you want comes with a price.” Akinlolu, desperate and broken, said without thinking, “I will do anything.”
The man smiled. “Go to the river by midnight. Wait there. You’ll hear what to do.”
At midnight, Akinlolu walked to the river. The place was quiet, too quiet. Then, he heard voices—not from people, but from the wind. They whispered strange things, calling his name, making promises.
“We can make you rich,” they said, “but you must give us life for life. Every year, bring us a newborn, fresh and innocent. Bury it with your hands, and we will bless you.”
Akinlolu’s body shook. “A child?” he asked. “I must bury a child?”
There was silence for a moment, then a soft echo: “Or remain poor forever.”
He went home and couldn’t sleep. But in the morning, a man came to offer him a job. Then, someone else offered him a car. By the end of the week, money had started flowing in. The promise was real.
A year later, a woman brought him a baby wrapped in white cloth. She was a midwife—her heart long gone. She said, “The mother thinks this child is dead. Take it.”
That night, Akinlolu dug his first hole. With shaking hands, he buried the baby in the garden behind his house. He didn’t sleep that night, but in the morning, he got a business deal that changed his life.
And so, every year, on the night of a new moon, he continued. A baby. A hole. A promise.
He became wealthy beyond measure. He built mansions, drove the finest cars, and even started his journey into politics. His wife believed he was just hardworking. The maid, however, noticed things—blood on the shovel, cries in the wind—but fear kept her quiet.
What Akinlolu didn’t know was that every baby he buried left behind a spirit. And spirits do not forget.
The Garden of Secret Cries 😰😥
Episode 1: From Hunger to Horror: The Hidden Price of Akinlolu's Wealth"
Akinlolu was a man the world would one day call “Chief,” but his story didn’t begin with power and praise. It began with hunger. He lived in a small, broken-down room with his wife and two children in the heart of Ibadan. Every morning, he woke up with nothing but worry. There was no food to give his children, no job, and no hope.
His wife tried to support him, but the pain of watching their children cry each night was too much. One evening, she asked, “Is this how we will keep living?” Akinlolu had no answer.
That night, sitting outside in the dark, a strange man appeared. His eyes were sharp, his voice deep. He said, “I know you’re tired of this life. I can help you. But what you want comes with a price.” Akinlolu, desperate and broken, said without thinking, “I will do anything.”
The man smiled. “Go to the river by midnight. Wait there. You’ll hear what to do.”
At midnight, Akinlolu walked to the river. The place was quiet, too quiet. Then, he heard voices—not from people, but from the wind. They whispered strange things, calling his name, making promises.
“We can make you rich,” they said, “but you must give us life for life. Every year, bring us a newborn, fresh and innocent. Bury it with your hands, and we will bless you.”
Akinlolu’s body shook. “A child?” he asked. “I must bury a child?”
There was silence for a moment, then a soft echo: “Or remain poor forever.”
He went home and couldn’t sleep. But in the morning, a man came to offer him a job. Then, someone else offered him a car. By the end of the week, money had started flowing in. The promise was real.
A year later, a woman brought him a baby wrapped in white cloth. She was a midwife—her heart long gone. She said, “The mother thinks this child is dead. Take it.”
That night, Akinlolu dug his first hole. With shaking hands, he buried the baby in the garden behind his house. He didn’t sleep that night, but in the morning, he got a business deal that changed his life.
And so, every year, on the night of a new moon, he continued. A baby. A hole. A promise.
He became wealthy beyond measure. He built mansions, drove the finest cars, and even started his journey into politics. His wife believed he was just hardworking. The maid, however, noticed things—blood on the shovel, cries in the wind—but fear kept her quiet.
What Akinlolu didn’t know was that every baby he buried left behind a spirit. And spirits do not forget.
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