In a quiet village tucked between two hills lived a 19-year-old girl named Adama. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with smooth dark skin, gentle round eyes, and a soft, kind voice. But more than her beauty, she was hardworking and humble. Every morning before the first cockcrow, she fetched water, swept the compound, and cooked the morning meal.
Adama was an orphan. Her parents had died in a fire when she was eleven, and their house had burned to the ground while they slept. Since then, she had lived with her uncle, Uncle Ozu Amina, his wife, Aunt Neca, and their two daughters, Goi and Chinier. On paper, she was family, but in reality, she was treated like a housemaid.
“Adama, come and wash these plates now,” Aunt Neca would shout, even if Adama had just finished cooking. Whenever people praised Adama’s beauty, Aunt Neca would hiss, “You think because people say you’re fine, you will open your legs and fly out of my house? Foolish girl.”
Adama never answered back. She had learned that silence was safer. If she talked, she might sleep outside. If she cried, they would say she was pretending. Even in that cruel environment, she stayed kind. She greeted elders with…Read Full Story Here…………
