EPISODE 2: When Grace Spoke
The day of the festival arrived. Drums echoed across the land as maidens from every village gathered, each hoping to catch the prince’s eye.
Olamma, with the help of the old village herbalist she had once helped during a sickness, arrived wearing a simple but radiant gown spun from natural silk. Her face glowed like sunrise, her walk gentle like the breeze.
When she stepped into the palace square, time seemed to pause. The crowd parted. Even her stepsisters didn’t recognize her.
The prince, who had seen hundreds of faces that day, stood still. There was something different about this girl — not just beauty, but grace. Humility. Strength.
He walked past the beaded princesses and golden dancers, stopping in front of Olamma.
“You,” he said. “You are the one.”
Gasps filled the air. Her stepmother nearly fainted. Her stepsisters choked on their envy.
Olamma became the princess of Amaudo. But she never forgot who she was — the girl from the ash pit who proved that no amount of hatred can bury a soul destined to shine.
And from that day, every child in Umuchu grew up knowing this: Kindness may suffer, but it never loses.
The day of the festival arrived. Drums echoed across the land as maidens from every village gathered, each hoping to catch the prince’s eye.
Olamma, with the help of the old village herbalist she had once helped during a sickness, arrived wearing a simple but radiant gown spun from natural silk. Her face glowed like sunrise, her walk gentle like the breeze.
When she stepped into the palace square, time seemed to pause. The crowd parted. Even her stepsisters didn’t recognize her.
The prince, who had seen hundreds of faces that day, stood still. There was something different about this girl — not just beauty, but grace. Humility. Strength.
He walked past the beaded princesses and golden dancers, stopping in front of Olamma.
“You,” he said. “You are the one.”
Gasps filled the air. Her stepmother nearly fainted. Her stepsisters choked on their envy.
Olamma became the princess of Amaudo. But she never forgot who she was — the girl from the ash pit who proved that no amount of hatred can bury a soul destined to shine.
And from that day, every child in Umuchu grew up knowing this: Kindness may suffer, but it never loses.
EPISODE 2: When Grace Spoke
The day of the festival arrived. Drums echoed across the land as maidens from every village gathered, each hoping to catch the prince’s eye.
Olamma, with the help of the old village herbalist she had once helped during a sickness, arrived wearing a simple but radiant gown spun from natural silk. Her face glowed like sunrise, her walk gentle like the breeze.
When she stepped into the palace square, time seemed to pause. The crowd parted. Even her stepsisters didn’t recognize her.
The prince, who had seen hundreds of faces that day, stood still. There was something different about this girl — not just beauty, but grace. Humility. Strength.
He walked past the beaded princesses and golden dancers, stopping in front of Olamma.
“You,” he said. “You are the one.”
Gasps filled the air. Her stepmother nearly fainted. Her stepsisters choked on their envy.
Olamma became the princess of Amaudo. But she never forgot who she was — the girl from the ash pit who proved that no amount of hatred can bury a soul destined to shine.
And from that day, every child in Umuchu grew up knowing this: Kindness may suffer, but it never loses.
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