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An African scary story: The cry of Nneka's child
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3 days agoLet me tell you one story my mother told me — the kind that keeps you awake at night. 😨
Long ago in Umueze village, there lived a young woman named Nneka.
She was beautiful, bold, and stubborn — the kind that feared no one, not even the spirits.
One night, her baby fell sick. The child cried and shook with fever.
Everyone begged her, “Wait till morning!”
But Nneka said, “I will not watch my child die!”
So she went into the evil forest — the one the elders warned no one to enter after dark.
The deeper she went, the quieter the forest became.
No birds. No crickets. Only the sound of her footsteps.
Then she heard a voice whisper,
> “Nneka… Nneka… you should not have come.”
Her baby suddenly stopped crying — too quiet.
When she bent to fetch water from the stream,
the reflection staring back wasn’t hers —
it was a woman with blood-stained teeth smiling up at her. 😨
Nneka screamed.
When she turned, her baby was gone.
In its place was something cold and wet... breathing on her back.
By morning, hunters found her wandering near the road, holding her baby.
But when they opened the cloth — it wasn’t a baby.
It was a wooden carving, crying like a real child.
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Since that night, mothers say if you pass near the forest with your child,
you’ll hear Nneka’s voice whisper:
> “Don’t let them take your baby like they took mine...”
And if you don’t listen —
you might wake up to find your child gone,
and a wooden carving left in its place. 😱
Moral: When the night speaks… listen.
Because in Africa, not every cry you hear is human. 🕯️