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A day after Cynthia travelled to the neighbouring village to write her WAEC exams, Amara and Ndidi travelled to the same village to carry out their evil plot.

Before Amara travelled to the neighbouring village, she went to see a powerful native doctor in their village for a powerful charm to harm Cynthia.

“Good afternoon, Baba,” Amara greeted the native doctor as soon as she entered the shrine. The native doctor was a skinny, bald man in his late 60s.

“Good afternoon, my daughter. What brings you before the great gods?” the native doctor asked.

“Baba, I came here because my daughter has decided to bite the hands that fed her,” Amara lied.

“I don’t understand you. Can you explain better?” The native doctor asked.

“Hmmm! Baba, it’s a long story, but I will tell you everything. Some years before I got married, I got pregnant out of wedlock. Since my daughter’s father wanted nothing to do with us, I suffered to raise my daughter alone. There was nothing I didn’t do to give that girl a good life. I bought her whatever she wanted, sent her to the school I could afford and showered her with all the love I could give,” Amara lied, ” but after everything I had done for her, she turned around and snatched my husband from me,” Amara added.

“Ah!” the native doctor exclaimed, “that’s really bad,” he added.

“Baba, it’s not just bad. It’s worse than you think. Can you believe that the child I suffered for to give her a good life no longer respects me? In fact, I have become a laughingstock in my neighbourhood because of her. She has turned my husband against me and her sister, and my husband has even become her houseboy. I heard that he washes her clothes, cooks for her, and sweeps for her in the home I suffered to build,” Amara lied.

“That’s really terrible. How did you allow your daughter to take over your home like that? Were you not in the same house with her?” the native doctor asked.

“Baba, I was o,” Amara said as she faked crying,” I was in the same house with her but I was blinded by love. I would never have believed that my daughter would do something like that to me until it happened,” Amara said in a teary voice.

“Hmmm! So, what do you want me to do for you now? What do you want the gods to do for you?” the native doctor asked.

“Baba, that girl has disgraced me in so many ways. Can you imagine she confronted me the other day and warned me to stay away from her husband? As if that was not enough, she beat me up. She beat the woman that gave birth to her,” Amara lied.

“How could she do a thing like that? Doesn’t she know that it’s taboo for a child to beat her mother?” the native doctor said, “Tell me whatever you want me to do to her, and I will do it. She is not a good child and does not deserve any mercy,” he added.

“Baba, I want her to die. I know that if she had her way, she would have killed me, so I want her out of my way. I didn’t even tell you that she tried to kill her sister, but her plan did not work,” Amara said.

“You want to kill your own daughter? I think that’s too extreme,” the native doctor said.

“No, Baba. It’s not too extreme. I am sure she would have done the same thing if she had the opportunity. That girl is very wicked, eh,” Amara said.

“Alright, there’s no problem. You’re her mother and if that is what you want, I will make a charm for you. After all, our people say that a fly that doesn’t stay in one place will end up in the grave,” the native doctor said, ” hold on, I will be right back,” the native doctor said before leaving to his inner room.

While the native doctor was away, Amara smiled and prayed that the native doctor wouldn’t find out that she was lying.

“This is what you will use on her,” the native doctor said as he handed Amara a small charm wrapped in red cloth.

“How do I use it,” Amara asked.

“It’s simple. When you see her, you just need to touch the charm and then touch her with the same hand. Make sure you do not touch anyone else with that hand after you touch the charm; if you do, the person will die,” the native doctor warned her.

“Okay, Baba. Thank you very much. I will do as you have said. I need to teach this girl a lesson so in her next life, she will not disrespect her mother,” Amara said.

“There’s no problem. You can do whatever you wish,” the native doctor said.

Since Amara did not want Ndidi to know that she had gone to see a native doctor, she hid the charm in her clothes and carried the bag on their way to the neighbouring village. Actually, Amara had told Ndidi they were going to the neighbouring village to beat up Cynthia so she wouldn’t be able to write her exams in great shape; she didn’t mention anything about collecting a charm from a native doctor.

After a day of Amara and Ndidi travelling by foot, they arrived at the neighboring village. Luckily for Amara, she had an old friend who lived there, so she squatted with her friend.

“Amara, if you say that your first daughter is in this village, why don’t you go and stay with her?” Amara’s friend asked. That evening, Amara, her friend, and Ndidi were having dinner together outside the house. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, but it was big enough to accommodate the three of them.

“My friend, I already told you that Cynthia is preparing for her exams tomorrow. If we go there, we will disturb her. Besides, she doesn’t even know we are around. I want to surprise her that’s why I’m staying here with you,” Amara explained.

“Okay, if that’s the case, then there is no problem. It’s true, if you go to your daughter now, she might be carried away with your presence,” Amara’s friend said.

The following morning, Amara woke up early so she could sneak out of her friend’s house to the apartment Cynthia stayed at. Amara had gotten information on where Cynthia lived, the name of the school where she was writing her examination, and the route she followed every morning.

That morning, Amara did not plan to to kill Cynthia yet. She wanted to be sure the information she received was accurate, so she went to confirm everything by herself. Upon getting to Cynthia’s apartment, Amara stood at a distance to survey the compound. She waited for Cynthia to go out for her exams as usual, and then she tailed her to the school.

While Amara followed Cynthia from behind, Cynthia had no idea that her mother had come to the same village. Because she had not read enough the previous day, Cynthia was engrossed in reading her book as she walked to school that morning.

“So, this is the stupid school Obi sent you to. He abandoned me and his biological child just to send you to this expensive school. There’s no problem; let me see how you will complete this stupid exam,” Amara soliloquized.

The secondary school Obi sent Cynthia to was one of the best in that village. In fact, the school was known for its academic excellence, well-trained teachers, and it had atrack record of passing exams like the one Cynthia was writing.

After Amara confirmed the information she had gotten, she returned to her friend’s house.

“Mummy, where did you go to? I woke up and didn’t see you?” Ndidi asked as soon as Amara returned home.

“I went to check on Cynthia,” Amara lied. Amara could not say what she went to do because her friend was in the room and she didn’t want to expose their plan.

“You went to see her without me?” Ndidi pretended to be sad.

“No, not at all. I didn’t actually see her. I just walked around her neighbourhood to see where she lives. Don’t worry, we will see her soon,” Amara said.

“I really want to see her, I miss my sister,” Ndidi pretended.

“I know you do,” Amara forced a smile. Don’t worry. Now that I know where she lives, we will go and see her tomorrow. We will surprise her tomorrow morning like we had planned,” Amara said.

“When you see her, please send my regards to her. Also, you can tell her to come and visit me after her exams. The last time I saw her was when she was a baby,” Amara’s friend said innocently.

“Of course, my friend, she will come and see you,” Amara said.

For the remainder of that day, Amara and Ndidi spent time planning how they would carry out their plan. While Ndidi was making plans on how she would beat Cynthia to a pulp, she had no idea that her mother had a far worse plan.

The following morning, like Amara and Ndidi had planned, around 7 a.m., they left the house and walked to Cynthia’s house. Before Amara left the house, she touched the charm, just like the native doctor had instructed, but on her way to carry out her evil plot, something unexpected happened.

While Amara and Ndidi were walking through the muddy village path, Ndidi missed a step, and she slipped and fell.

Immediately Ndidi fell, Amara rushed to her and helped her up.

“I don’t know why you are so clumsy. I told you to look at the ground, but you were looking at the trees,” Amara growled.

“I’m sorry, mummy,” Ndidi apologized. 

A few minutes after Amara and Ndidi walked past the spot, Ndidi slipped; Ndidi began to complain about her stomach.

“Mummy, my stomach really hurts,” Ndidi said as she held her stomach tightly. 

“What did you eat? Didn’t you poo this morning? If you feel like pooing, you can go into the bush quickly and relieve yourself,” Amara said.

“No, Mummy, I don’t want to poo. My stomach is killing me. I have never experienced this kind of pain before,” Ndidi said as she groaned in pain. 

By this time, it was very obvious that Ndidi was in excruciating pain. She could barely walk straight, and she was still holding her stomach tightly.

“Should we go home? We can come back another day if you’re not feeling okay. Also, are you sure you didn’t hit your stomach when you fell?” Amara said.

“No, mummy, the pain only started after you helped me from the ground,” Ndidi said, and then she began to throw up blood.

“Ah! I am finished,” Amara jumped and clapped her hands dramatically. At that moment, Amara realized what she had done. When Amara helped Ndidi get up from the muddy ground, she forgot that she wasn’t supposed to touch anyone apart from Cynthia after touching the charm.

“Does it still hurt?” Amara asked in a shaky voice, but Ndidi could barely speak. Her entire mouth was covered with blood, and her legs could no longer carry her body, so she fell to the ground.

“Please help me, somebody help me. I have killed my only daughter,” Amara screamed.

Luckily for Amara, there were some farmers who were heading to their farm. When they saw Amara screaming for help, they rushed to the scene to help her.

“Madam, what is the problem?” One of the farmers asked.

“It’s my daughter, o. It’s Ndidi. We were going out this morning, and she began to complain of stomach pain,” Amara said in a teary voice while holding Ndidi’s lifeless body.

“What did she eat? Are you sure she didn’t eat anything poisonous?” Another farmer asked.

“No, not at all. I killed her. I wanted to touch her half-sister with a charm, but I mistakenly touched her,” Amara said.

“Ah! You killed your daughter?” The farmers exclaimed, “Then you will not go Scot free,” one of the farmers added.

While one of the farmers was trying to capture Amara for killing her daughter, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, Amara got up and slowly began to take off her clothes while laughing.

“Ah! Papa, it’s like she has gone mad,” the farmer’s son said.

“Oya, restrain her before she runs away from here. We don’t know if she’s really mad or pretending. We must punish her for killing her daughter, whether she is sane or not,” one of the farmers said.

“What of her daughter’s body?” One of the farmers asked.

“No, we cannot touch it. We will notify the king, and he will know what to do about it,” one of the farmers said.

Without wasting time, the farmers took Amara to the king of their village, but when the king found out that Amara was an indigene of Ajupa village, he transferred the issue to her village.

Surprisingly, just as one of the farmers had predicted, Amara had not gone mad. She was only pretending to be mad so the farmers would leave her alone, but her plan failed woefully.

At Ajupa village, the news of Ndidi’s death spread like wildfire, and Amara was punished severely. When Obi heard how Amara had planned to kill Cynthia but mistakenly killed Ndidi, he was very disappointed at the length his wife could go, and he cut ties with her after that.

As for Cynthia, she passed her exams with flying colours and was admitted to one of the best universities in her state. As the years passed, Cynthia became a hardworking, successful woman. She married a good man and took good care of her father, Obi until he passed away. After Ndidi’s death, Cynthia also cut ties with her mother, and Amara ended spending the rest of her life as an outcast from her village.

The end

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