No matter how a lie runs, truth must catch it – African Proverb

When the drumbeat changes, the dancer must adjust the steps. – African proverb

(Real life  story)

Once upon a Lagos evening—where money talks and lies wear makeup—a young lady meets a wealthy middle-aged man. She was beautiful, charming, and sharper than a tailor’s new scissors. From the first hello, she had only one mission: to milk this man dry like an early morning pap.

As the relationship blossomed, the lady noticed that the man, who was in his forties and very financially comfortable, had a soft spot for children. His eyes lit up anytime the topic of parenthood came up. That’s when our dear con artist said to herself, “Ah! Na this one go buy me house and car.”

Without wasting time, she played her first joker. One evening, with a trembling voice and fake tears in her eyes, she said,

“Baby… I have something to tell you. I think I’m pregnant.”



The man was over the moon. He started calling her mama ejima (mother of twins). He bought fruit baskets every week, made bank transfers like he was funding a federal project, and listened attentively to all her “cravings”—which usually involved expensive shawarma, suya from Abuja, and baby clothes from UK boutiques.

For nine whole months—yes, nine—this lady collected money for antenatal care, hospital checkups, baby shopping, “emergency scans,” and even a “gender reveal party” she said they were doing in secret because her village people were monitoring her.

Every month, the man’s bank account grew leaner, while the lady’s makeup grew thicker and her wardrobe richer.

Then came the D-day. The supposed delivery day.

Now listen well, this is where the story twists like fufu in hot soup.

She entered the market, bought a fat agric chicken, one that had been eating well and living the good life. She slaughtered it, removed the feathers, dressed it like a newborn—swaddled it, added a tiny baby cap and socks, and wrapped it up lovingly.

Next stop: the hospital. How she convinced real doctors and nurses to play along, only God in heaven can explain. Maybe she promised them a cut, maybe she cried fake tears again—but somehow, they gave her a bed and prepared the scene.

Why? Because her man would pay the bills. After all, delivery isn’t beans.

So she lay on the bed, looking exhausted like someone who just finished a marathon, and when the man arrived, she burst into loud wails.

“It was stillborn… our baby didn’t make it…”



The man’s heart shattered into pieces. He rushed to her side, hugged her, and wept like a broken tap. He looked at the bundle beside her—the so-called baby—and his heart bled.

But God always sends a “shine-your-eye” friend.

This friend followed the man to the hospital. But when he saw the oddly shaped bundle, he frowned. The “baby” looked suspiciously… delicious.

He bent down, unwrapped the blanket—and boom! A fat, featherless CHICKEN stared back at him with lifeless dignity.

Chicken wey dem wan bury like pikin.

The friend jumped back like a demon had slapped him.

“Guy! Na chicken!! You no born anything o!!”



Chaos erupted. Nurses scattered, doctors vanished, and the lady—oh, the lady—began to stammer.

“It’s… it’s… not what you think!”



But my people, how do you explain chicken feathers in a maternity ward?

The man, confused and heartbroken, stood there like a statue, betrayed and mocked. The hospital scam team? Gone like smoke. The shame? Legendary.


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LESSONS

1. Shine your eyes—love is blind, but your bank account shouldn’t be.


2. In relationships, don’t just give your heart; use your head too.



3.A friend that always agrees with you is not a friend. Thank God for suspicious friends.

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I miss you guys everyday. You’re all in my heart where I hold you so dear. How are you all doing? Hope your writing life is great and I hope you’re doing well generally.

I have plans to keep blogging.