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12/08/2026

In my sister’s husband’s village, there is a tradition every new bride must obey and when my sister heard it, she swore never to go through with it.

“Sis, I've heard you and I will keep that at the back of my palm, please just tell me what the tradition is let’s see how we can handle it,” I said softly.

She broke down in tears.

“He said every new bride must slēēp with the deity of their land…” she said, her voice shaking.

“What? God forbid! That will never happen!” I interrupted immediately.

“Stella, you can see my situation. My husband said the tradition must be observed, or our marriage will be nullified…” she cried.

“Sis, calm down. You are not going to succumb to this bārbaric act, never. This is taking advantage of you, and it’s wrong. Just because you’re married to him doesn’t mean you lose your rights. It’s not happening,” I said firmly.

“Stella, what do I do? How do I move forward? My marriage is just two weeks old and I’m already facing this kind of problem. Did I make a mistake marrying him?” she wailed.

I pulled her into a tight embrace, wiping her tears as mine gathered in my eyes.

“You will get through this. We will find a way around it. Please don’t panic calm down,” I said, trying to steady my own voice.

“I’ve never heard of such a tradition before. What kind of man would allow his wife to be touched by a deity? What kind of deity is that? I won’t do it, I won’t. But what do I do? I love my husband, and I can’t afford to be a divorcee this early, Stella I'm finished” she cried.

“Sis, you are not finished, we will find a way out. First, I think you should inform Papa and Mama let them know what’s going on. This is a bārbaric tradition and should not be condoned,” I replied.

She shook her head slowly.
“Going home this early in my marriage… do you think that’s a good idea? What will people say?” she asked.

“Sis, this is where people get it wrong. You’re thinking about what people will say while you’re suffering. People will always talk. If you are in a situation you don’t like, especially one that is dangerous, the only thing that should matter is how to get out, not what people will say,” I said.

“Stella, you don’t understand if I go back now, people will say my marriage has problems,” she replied.

“Sis, people will always talk. That’s what mouths are for. But will their talk change your identity? No. In fact, most people who talk are hiding worse situations in their own lives,” I said.

She went quiet.
“So what do you suggest I do? My husband said we will be traveling to their village this weekend. We were supposed to go earlier, but his trip delayed it. Stella… I can’t do this,” she said, almost whispering.

“You won’t. First, we inform Papa and Mama. Let’s hear their opinion, then we decide the next step. Honestly, this is a lesson, I will always ask about traditions before anything serious,” I said.

“Yes… I made a mistake. We never discussed anything like this while dating. It didn’t even cross my mind,” she said.

“It’s not your fault, your husband should have told you. It’s his responsibility,” I replied.

She kept crying, and honestly… I didn’t know how to fix something this heavy.

Later that night, after everyone retired to their rooms, I quietly tiptoed to their door. I knew my sister… she wouldn’t let this matter rest.

“Why did you hide this from me, CJ? How could you keep something this serious from me?” she demanded añgrily.

“Babe, please calm down, I didn’t hide it intentionally we never discussed traditions, and it slipped my mind,” he said.

“Slipped your mind? Something this bārbaric? So after my wedding, instead of being with my husband, I should go and sleep with a deity? Never!” she cried.

“Please, my love this is to bless our union. Even my brother’s wife did it, and they are fine,” he pleaded.

Listening to them, I felt my chest tighten.
“What kind of tradition is this…?” I whispered to myself.

“Babe, please say something your silence is
k!11ing me. I really want to hold you, I’m yearning for you as well, but please… let’s travel this weekend and get this done with. I promise I will make it up to you. Please, my love…” CJ said, his voice shaking.

“I’m pained, I’m broken, I’m hūrting seriously. I need to go see my parents tomorrow…” my sister began, her voice trémbling.

“Babe! No, please!” CJ rushed his words, almost panicking. “If you inform your family, they will never allow you to do it. In fact, they will take you away from me. Oma, I’m on my knees… please, let’s deal with this together. I promise I will cherish you till my last day on earth. Please don’t tell your family, they will not approve of it…” he said, breaking down completely.

I stood there, frozen.

“CJ, what if something goes wrong?” my sister shot back, her voice now firm despite the tears. “What will you tell my family? I have to inform them. I can’t embark on this kind of journey without telling them. You mentioned Bro Godswill’s wife… well, I’m not her and I’m not promising you that I will continue with this marriage, because I cannot bring myself to sleep with a dëity. Never.”

Her words hit hard.

“Babe, I’m very sorry to put you through all of this,” CJ said, almost whispering now. “Please, I don’t want to lose you. Let’s agree and deal with this just once as a couple. I can’t do this life alone without you. Please don’t leave me… and don’t allow this come between us. My love, please…” he pleaded, his voice heavy with fear.

At that point, my chest tightened.
I could feel his desperation and my sister’s pain my body became weak, how would they survive this?

And deep down, I knew one thing my parents would never allow this.
“I really don’t want my sister to go through this…” I whispered, almost inaudibly.

“CJ… please stand up,” my sister said softly after a long silence. “Let me sleep over it tonight. Tomorrow, when you return from work, I will tell you my decision. Go and rest… you need it. You’ve had a long day.”

“Thank you, babe…” CJ breathed out in relief. “This means a lot to me. I love you so much. See you in the morning… I can’t wait for us to finally be together as husband and wife.”

“I love you too rest well,” she replied quietly.

The moment I heard that, I quickly tiptoed back to my room my heart was racing seriously.
What kind of tradition is this?
What exactly have they dragged my sister into?

The next morning, I intentionally came downstairs late just to give them space.
When I heard the sound of my brother-in-law’s car driving out, I stepped out and acted like I knew nothing.

“Good morning, Sis, how was your...” I stopped mid-sentence.

Her eyes were swollen, red and heavy.

“Sis… did you even sleep at all or you cried all through the night?” I asked, moving closer to her.

She looked at me and that look alone broke me.

“Stella… I think I will do it,” she said slowly. “If that’s what it takes to keep my marriage, then I will do it.”

“What?” I almost shouted.

“Sis, have you really thought this through? Are you sure? This isn’t something you decide like that… what if you regret it later?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.

“I don’t have any other way out,” she replied, shaking her head. “I love my husband and I want to remain married to him. Since we are in this together… I will do it.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks again.

I didn’t even think twice I pulled her into a tight hug.

“Sis… I’m here, I’m with you every step of the way,” I said softly. “But please make sure this decision is coming from your heart, not from pressure. Please stop crying we just need to understand how this thing is even done first.”

She sniffed and nodded slightly.
“My husband said they will explain everything when we get to his village,” she said.

“Have you told him your decision yet?” I asked.

“No… I told him I’ll tell him when he returns today. And once I do… we will travel this weekend,” she replied.

I exhaled slowly.

“Hmmm… this deity… how does it even work?” I said, frowning. “Won’t something like this cause an infection? I thought deities are invisible. Why is this one after new brides like this?”

She looked at me and shook her head faintly.
“Don’t say what you don’t understand. Let’s get there first. It might not even be what we are thinking maybe it’s something else entirely,” she said.

“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I just pray so. Whatever it is… just make sure you are doing it willingly.”

“Thank you, Stella,” she said, hugging me again. “You make things easier for me, I can’t love you less. Even though you are stubborn sometimes.”

I smiled faintly.

“I love you too, Sis. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. This too shall pass. Let’s just wait till we get there and hear exactly what this so-called tradition is about.”

“As long as you are with me, I know I will get through this,” she said.

Then she wiped her face slightly.
“Come… let’s eat.”

That one brought small life back into me.

“Yes o! How did you know my stomach is already crying? Abeg, make we eat before I faint here,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

For the first time since morning she smiled a little.

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12/08/2026

Good afternoon my amazing fan-mily 🥰🤗. Get your popcorn ready. The Tradition episode 3 drops today by 5:30 pm WAT. Don't miss it.

11/08/2026

In my sister’s husband’s village, there is a tradition every new bride must obey and when my sister heard it, she broke down in tears.

"Stella, we have never made out before. Even while we were dating, we both agreed to wait till the wedding night. But since the wedding night till now… nothing,” she said quietly.

“Hmmm… that’s actually strange. Have you asked him?” I asked.

“I will… when he returns. I need to know if something is wrong with me… or if he doesn’t find me attractive,” she said softly....

“But Sis, you know I’ll be going back after a month. It’s already two weeks, and I have just two more weeks left. I wouldn’t want to leave if you’re not happy,” I said.

“Let’s see how it goes first. I would also love you to stay till I sort everything out. I just don’t understand his refusal to touch me in fact, we’ve not even slept in the same room,” my sister said.

“You both sleep in separate rooms? Why? How? Since when did husband and wife start sleeping in separate rooms?” I asked curiously.

“Well some couples do have separate rooms in case one needs privacy,” she replied.

“Privacy in marriage, Sis? Privacy?” I cut in. “See Mama and Papa they’ve lived together for over forty years and counting. They didn’t have separate rooms. That’s the kind of marriage I want.” ©️ Stella Tells A Story

“Well, you are right, but I don’t see anything wrong with having separate rooms. There are days I might want to be alone, and there are days my husband might want his space too that’s where the rooms come in,” she said.

“Sis, that’s a wrong orientation, and it’s one of the reasons some marriages are failing these days. It’s not advisable to have separate rooms in marriage. I feel it creates space for problems. Why would you want to be alone when your partner is there? If something is bothering you, you should be able to talk to your partner. Even if they don’t have the solution, they might have an idea. Separate rooms shouldn’t be encouraged at all,” I said.

She sighed lightly. “Hmm… marriage counselor Stella, I’ve heard you. You actually made some good points. I’ll find a way to talk to my husband about it. Let me deal with this one first. At least he’s coming back in three days, and we’ll sort it out. I really want to have a good marriage like Mama and Papa.”

“And you will, by God’s grace, Sis. Don’t think about it too much. We’ll put it in prayer, and everything will be fine. Let’s wait till he returns before we decide the next step,” I replied.

She parked the car, and we went inside. We arranged lunch, ate, and rested.

Three days later, my brother-in-law returned. My sister went to pick him up from the airport while I stayed back to prepare dinner. When they arrived, we ate together, and everyone retired for the night.

The next morning, he left early for work. But I noticed my sister’s mood something was off.

When we were alone, I asked, “Sis Uche, your face this morning doesn’t look good at all he still didn’t touch you?”

She shook her head slowly. “He didn’t. And he slept in another room again. He said he has to clear his goods and will be back later so we can talk. He said it won’t pass today…” she said sadly.

“It’s okay, Sis… everything will be fine,” I said.

I didn’t even know when my brother-in-law came in the previous night because I slept early. But that morning, I suddenly heard my sister’s voice it sounded like she was crying

I rushed out of my room and saw both of them downstairs. He was already dressed for work.

“How could you keep something like this away from me? CJ, how could you do this? That’s unacceptable! I will never agree to that… never!” my sister shouted, tears streaming down her face.

“Babe, please calm down. You didn’t ask me, and we never discussed our traditions while we were dating. Maybe it just didn’t come to my mind. I didn’t hide it on purpose,” Chijioke said.

“Listen to yourself! CJ, that’s not happening. I will never accept it!” she cried.

“Please… it’s compulsory. I have a meeting to attend right now. Once I’m done, I’ll come back so we can talk properly. Please don’t cry,” he said hurriedly as he walked out.

I heard the car drive off.

I quickly ran to my sister, who had already curled herself up on the couch, crying uncontrollably.

“Sis… what happened? I’ve been watching both of you,” I said, holding her.

“Stella… I’m finished… I’ve entered a big problem,” she cried.

“God forbid! You are not finished. What happened? Please talk to me and stop crying. I heard you say he didn’t tell you something,” I said, wiping her tears.

“Stella… my husband said they have a tradition and that’s why he hasn’t touched me. My head is about to explode what have I gotten myself into?” she said, holding her head.

“Sis, please calm down and tell me what the tradition is about. Please stop crying like this I can’t stand it,” I said.

She held my hands tightly.
“Stella… if you meet a man that wants to marry you, the first thing you should ask is this...what are your village traditions? Please ask… don’t ignore it… I’ve entered a deep hole,” she said, crying.

Her pain broke me completely. I hugged her, but she couldn’t stop crying.

“Sis, I've heard you and I will keep that at the back of my palm, please… just tell me what the tradition is. Let’s see how we can handle it,” I said softly.

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11/08/2026

Good evening my amazing fan-mily 🥰. The Tradition episode 2 drops by 7pm WAT. Get ready.

10/08/2026

In my sister’s husband’s village, after the bride is welcomed by the community chiefs and women, she will also be welcomed by a mysterious being.

That beautiful Saturday morning, we were all excited, getting ready for my sister’s traditional marriage.

My father’s compound had been properly swept and beautifully decorated. Congratulations were flying from every angle.

“Ucheoma, congratulations! Your new home is blessed,” one woman greeted my sister.

“Stella, you are next in line… congratulations in advance,” another teased.

All the aso-ebi girls were getting ready for the big day. Some were doing their makeup, some were already dressed, while others were still bathing.

“Stella, please did you see my shoe?” one of them asked.

“Stella, help me zip my dress,” another called out.

“Stella, you are the chief bridesmaid and you’ve not had your bath!” my sister’s friend shouted.

“Please, how many hands do I have?” I replied, slightly overwhelmed.

“Stella, go and have your bath and come out for your makeup. Time is far spent. The event is starting by 1pm, at least we need to be ready before guests arrive,” my sister yelled.

“Alright, Sis… at least stop yelling and focus on your makeup. If you squeeze your face too much, it won’t come out well,” I teased her.

By 12pm, our compound was already filled, and people were still coming. Traditional music filled the air, and my kindred women came out in large numbers, dancing joyfully.

It was truly a celebration.
Finally, the moment we had all been waiting for came. My sister’s husband arrived with his family and friends. They were ushered in by the ogene cultural dance group.

“Wow, Uche, you carry eye enter market ooo… your husband is so fine,” Juliet, one of the aso-ebi girls, said.

“Hmmm, Juliet, you saw the wedding flex yesterday when we arrived. Why are you acting like you’re just seeing him for the first time?” Chinasa replied, looking at her.

“Well, that flex is edited and can’t be compared. Look at him now, he’s more handsome in person. See height and physique,” Juliet said, smiling.

“Hmmm… Uche, hide your man from Juliet. Juliet small small dey admire him, he is married,” Zaram added.

We all burst into laughter.
Soon, we were invited to bring out the bride. The aso-ebi girls led the way, I followed, and then my sister came out gracefully.

Everything went smoothly according to our village tradition. And as tradition demands, I had to follow my sister to her husband’s house.

“Take care of your sister. Both of you should take care of yourselves,” my parents said.

“Don’t go there and start stressing her oo, you know you and wahala na 5 & 6,” Ifeanyi, my immediate elder brother, added.

“Stella, go. They are waiting for you. Remember to look out for Uche. We are not sending you there to cause trouble. This is just a holiday for you, so behave yourself and enjoy the one month you will spend with them,” Ogechi, my eldest brother, said.

“Alright, I’ve heard you all. And I’m not a troublemaker,” I replied.

“Because we know you,” Ifeanyi said. “You are the last born, and we know what you are capable of.”

We left for my sister’s husband’s house, which was not far from our village. One thing I love about my village is that it is an urban village where many business tycoons reside. That was how my sister got lucky to meet Jeremy, her husband.

He is a major dealer and importer of all kinds of cars, very wealthy.

The journey was smooth as we moved in a convoy.

When we arrived at his residence, another celebration was waiting for us. There was plenty to eat and drink. We enjoyed ourselves till dawn before everyone retired.

His house was big enough to accommodate some of his friends, while others returned to their hotels.

The next day, most of the visitors left, and married life officially began for my sister.

We didn’t have much to do because there were domestic staff handling everything. We simply woke up, ate, watched movies, and rested..

Two weeks later, my sister’s husband traveled abroad for a business trip. My sister and I drove him to the airport.

On our way back, I noticed something was off.
“Hmmm… Sis, he just boarded his flight now-now and you are already missing him?” I teased.

“Stella, you won’t understand… something is not right,” she replied.

“Not right how? What happened?” I asked, concerned.

She hesitated before speaking.
“Stella… my husband has not touched me since we got married,” she said, her face heavy with sadness.

“It’s just two weeks, Sis. Maybe he is still stressed. The way you said it made it sound like it’s been years,” I replied.

She looked at me… but didn’t smile. Then, I knew there was more to it..

“Stella, we have never made out before. Even while we were dating, we both agreed to wait till the wedding night. But since the wedding night till now… nothing,” she said quietly.

“Hmmm… that’s actually strange. Have you asked him?” I asked.

“I will… when he returns. I need to know if something is wrong with me… or if he doesn’t find me attractive,” she said softly............The story continues at 👉👉 Emeka Story Hub . To get notified when I post the next episode hit the f0ll0w button.

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06/08/2026

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06/08/2026

Interesting story

He handed me a neatly folded letter. "It is for Nze Okafor he lives close to the eastern stream." I happily collected it.

"It has been a long time since I walked that side of the village."

My mother immediately interrupted. "Don't stay too long." She said

"I won't." I replied with a smile.

As I walked through the village path, many people greeted me respectfully.

"Our heroine God bless you." Some people said.

"Our daughter." Some even call me their daughter in-law. I smiled and greeted every one of them humbly before continuing my journey.

After delivering the message, I decided to stop at the small market nearby to buy roasted groundnuts before returning home.

As I stepped away from one of the stalls, I accidentally bumped into someone. The nylon in my hand almost fell but a few groundnuts fell off.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I am so sorry." At exactly the same moment...

The stranger spoke. "No, It was my fault."

I slowly raised my head and Immediately my words disappeared, standing before me was the tallest young man I had ever seen. He was handsome beyond words.

His skin was smooth. His neatly trimmed beard fitted his face perfectly. He wore a simple white traditional attire with a dark blue trouser and a white pair of pam slippers.

Although he was dressed simply, there was something about him that made him stand out his aura. He bent down immediately, picked up the few groundnuts that had fallen and handed them back to me.

"I am sorry." He said again.

I smiled politely. "It is alright."

Our eyes met briefly but for some strange reason neither of us spoke for a few seconds, we just stared. Just like what happens in movies. Without knowing we were blocking the road. An elderly woman passing by called our attention back to reality.

"You two should stop blocking the road."

Both of us immediately laughed. I quickly collected my groundnut from him.

"Thank you I should be going." I said as I turned to leave

He nodded. "Have a safe journey." He said

"You too." I replied before walking away.

As I continued home I could not explain why I smiled to myself once or twice. I had never seen that young man anywhere in our village before.

As I turned from the distance I was, the young man was still standing exactly where I left him. He watched until I almost completely disappeared from sight.

Then he smiled quietly to himself. Before calmly walking in the opposite direction.

Later that evening, the Chief Priest returned to the palace to inform the king about the replies he got from the ancestors concerning the traditional Veil.

When he got to the palace the king was seated with the council of elders, they were discussing how the celebration is going to be. The moment the Chief Priest entered, everyone stood up respectfully.

"Welcome, eyes of the ancestors." The king said.

"Tell us, were the ancestors able to reveal where the original Traditional Veil was hidden?"

The Chief Priest smiled calmly. "They have, and they have also broken every ev.il covenant placed upon it and currently the original Traditional Veil is set to return home."

The king and the elders rejoiced.

"Oh! That's great news, did they reveal when and how it will be brought back?" The king asked

"Yes, tomorrow morning, according to the instructions of the ancestors you and some elders will accompany me to the place they hid the original Traditional Veil, that's why I came to inform you and the elders, your majesty." The Chief priest replied

"There is no problem at all, we will gladly go there. It means our celebration for Stella's heroic act would be an amazing one." The king said

"You have said it all your Highness." The elders Concord.

The next day my father set out to the palace he was among the elders chosen to accompany the king and the chief priest to the palace the traditional Veil was hidden.

From the palace they set out, the chief priest led the way, the king followed and then the selected elders joined. They walked past the village stream and headed towards the abandoned shrine. I remembered seeing that shrine in my dream.

A few minutes later they arrived at the abandoned shrine, nobody had entered that place since the ev.il was exposed. The atmosphere was unusually quiet.

As soon as they arrived the Chief Priest planted his staff firmly on the ground. He closed his eyes. Then he began making powerful incantations.

A strange wind suddenly swept across the shrine. Dry leaves began swirling around them.
The ground beneath the ancient altar started trembling.

The king and some elders stepped backward in fear. Then a loud cracking sound came from beneath the ground. The old altar in the shrine split into two. Hidden underneath it was a large wooden chest wrapped with old chains.

The king and the elders gasped. Then the chief priest continued his incantations and suddenly the chest sprouted out and landed safely on a leveled ground the chains around it suddenly broke on their own.

The Chief Priest stopped the incantations opened his eyes and slowly walked closer, he gently opened the chest, Immediately a bright golden light filled the entire shrine.

Inside the chest lay the original Traditional Veil. It looked exactly as it had looked generations ago. Its white fabric was spotless, the ancient cowries still shone beautifully and the sacred symbols woven into it looked untouched by time.

The Chief Priest carefully lifted the veil with both hands. "The ancestors have reclaimed what belongs to this kingdom."

The king and the elders bowed respectfully before it.

"From today onward this veil shall never leave the palace except on the wedding day of a worthy bride. It shall remain under the protection of the throne and the Chief Priest." The king said

Every elder and the chief priest agreed immediately.

"A good decision, Your Majesty." They said joyfully.

The Chief priest safely returned the traditional veil and the chest was sealed. He pointed at my father and placed the chest on his head. My father respectfully carried it and they began to walk back to the village the same way they came.

The Chief priest led the way, my father followed carrying the chest, then the king and the elders followed and sang a song joyfully. As they crossed the village stream and entered the village proper. Those that saw them began to rejoice loudly.

The king spoke loudly as some villagers followed, "rejoice for the ancestors have returned our original traditional Veil."

The villager's voices that was with them attracted others and before you know more villagers joined them.

Songs of victory filled the air. Word spread quickly across the kingdom. The original Traditional Veil had finally returned.

That evening my father returned home full of excitement. The moment he entered the compound, he called out loudly.

"My family! Come outside."

We all hurried out, he looked at me and smiled. "Stella! The ancestors have completed everything. The original Traditional Veil has finally returned."

My eyes widened with joy. "It has?"

He nodded happily. "Yes. The kingdom has been made whole again."

The next day we were doing our normal morning routine then we heard a knock, as my immediate elder brother opened the door it was a palace messenger, he had entered into our compound. My father came out and He bowed respectfully before my father and greeted him before passing his message.

"The king requests the presence of your entire family at the palace in three days' time. The celebration date in honour of your daughter has been fixed."

My father smiled. "Oh wow what a beautiful news to start the day, please tell His Majesty we shall certainly be there."

The messenger bowed once more and left. As I watched him disappear I smiled to myself knowing that a celebration was waiting ahead for me.

Three days passed surprisingly fast. The entire kingdom woke up earlier than usual on the morning of the celebration. Every compound was decorated with fresh palm fronds and colorful fabrics.

Women woke before sunrise to prepare different delicacies. Young men decorated the palace square while some ran from one corner of the village to another, excitedly talking about the ceremony.

"Our heroine is finally being celebrated." Someone said

"I heard the king himself prepared special gifts." Another said

"I also heard every village around us is sending representatives." One woman added

The entire kingdom was filled with joy. Back in our house the king had sent us our clothes, I don't know how he got all our measurements but we were surprised to see the well tailored clothes and shoes arrived at our door step, my mother carefully adjusted my well tailored attire that the king sent for what felt like the tenth time.

"Mama." I laughed. "If you continue like this, we will get there after the celebration has ended."

Everybody laughed.

"You should allow me." She replied proudly.

"My daughter is being honoured by the entire kingdom today. It's a great honor for this family so allow me to express myself." She said

My father adjusted his cap and looked at all of us. "Is everybody ready?"

My brothers answered together. "We are ready."

Even the king sent a vehicle to come carry us, a few moments later, we left for the palace together. As we got to the palace gate drums echoed across the kingdom and people were..............The story continues at Stella Tells A Story. F0ll0w so Facebook will notify you when I post the next episode. Do not miss out.

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