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I sat in the police station, staring at the wall as if it were speaking to me. The officers were murmuring. Emeka was pacing. Nkechi was crying somewhere outside. But their voices were fading. My mind was far away.

All I could hear was one sentence:

“Your womb was used for money ritual by your late father…”

My father?
My gentle father who prayed every morning at 5am?
My father who never raised his voice, who bought biscuits for children after church?
A ritualist?
It made no sense.

When they released me on bail, I did not go home. I could not face my mother yet—not until I knew the truth. I went straight to my late father’s room in our village house. A room that had been locked for ten years.

The air was stale. Dust covered everything like a burial cloth. His clothes were still hanging. His Bible was still on the table. His favorite cap lay on the bed.

I didn’t know what I was searching for… until my eyes fell on the wooden box under the bed.

A box he always kept locked.

My hands shook as I dragged it out. I used a hairpin to force the lock open. Inside, wrapped in a nylon bag, was an old brown diary with the words “FOR CHIOMA, WHEN SHE IS READY” written in faded ink.

My knees became weak.

I sat on the floor and opened the first page.

PAGE 1

"If you are reading this, my daughter, then the darkness I fought alone has finally found its way to you. Forgive me."

I blinked.

Darkness?
What darkness?

I flipped to the next page.

PAGE 2

"I did not make money from rituals. I refused. And that refusal is why I d!ed."

My breath caught.

I read faster.

PAGE 3

"There is an ancient curse in our lineage. A curse placed on the first daughters of our village, generations ago. The curse was meant to stop a prophecy from being fulfilled."

I froze.

Curse?
Prophecy?

I kept reading.

PAGE 4

"The prophecy said: A daughter shall rise, bearing the light that will expose the evil done in secret.
To stop it, the elders sacrificed the wombs of first daughters, binding them spiritually so no child born through them will live."

The diary fell from my hands.

Me?
A first daughter.
My mother… also a first daughter.
My grandmother… also a first daughter.

None of them ever had more than one surviving child.

It suddenly made sense.

PAGE 5

"When your mother became pregnant with your younger sister Nkechi, she nearly d!ed. They told us it was ordinary complications, but I knew—THEY came for her because Nkechi was supposed to be the one to break the curse… not you."

My heart jumped.

Nkechi?
The same sister who married my husband behind my back?

I swallowed hard and continued.

PAGE 6

"When they realized Nkechi was too weak to carry the spiritual mantle, they turned to you. You were strong, stubborn, fearless. They feared you. They knew you were the one the prophecy spoke about."

I covered my mouth.

This was insane.

PAGE 7

"The elders approached me. They demanded I bring you to the shrine for a ritual to permanently block your destiny. I refused.
That same week… I was poisoned."

My body trembled.

My father was murdered.

The whole village attended his funeral. They cried. They ate rice. They poured sand on his grave. But behind closed doors… they celebrated.

I turned to the last page. The handwriting was shaky, almost unreadable.

LAST PAGE

"Chioma, the truth is simple:
YOU ARE NOT BARREN.
YOU WERE BLOCKED.
And the one who helped block you…
IS YOUR MOTHER."

The room spun.

My chest tightened.

I felt sweat under my arms and cold wind on my back.

I read the next line and screamed.

FINAL LINE

"Your mother is a member of the secret council of elders. She traded your womb to save her own life."

I closed the diary with shaking hands.

My mother?
The same woman who prayed thunder and fire every morning?
The same woman who called me dry wood?

My entire body went numb.

As I stood up to leave, a shadow appeared at the door.

Someone had been listening.

Someone who should NOT have known I was in that room.

And when the person spoke, my legs nearly gave way.

"So… you have finally found out."

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