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The Bride Who Vanished on Market Day
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21 hrs ago“Some markets sell things. Others collect people.”
On the morning of her traditional wedding, Nnenna walked to the village market in Ugwunta, smiling under the weight of coral beads and white chalk drawn carefully on her forehead. She only needed to buy groundnut oil and return quickly—nothing more.
But Nnenna never made it back.
At first, people thought it was a prank. She was playful, always full of tricks. But when dusk fell and her mother began to scream, the truth became heavier than the dust.
Nnenna had disappeared—completely. No trace. No stall owner remembered her. Not even the woman she bought tomatoes from earlier that morning. It was as if she’d never been there at all.
Her groom, Chuka, stood at the altar in disbelief as the crowd murmured prayers and confusion. His white lace agbada soaked in sweat and shame. His bride was gone… on market day.
The elders summoned a diviner.
He arrived with cowries and a long staff made of twisted iroko wood.
After chanting and scattering sand in a calabash, he shook his head slowly.
She didn’t run away,” he said.
“She was collected.”
“By who?” Nnenna’s father asked.
The diviner’s eyes glowed strangely.
“There’s an old debt in your bloodline. Something buried. Something she stepped too close to.”
They searched the market for days. Dug up old stalls. Questioned madmen. No answers.
A week later, the village square woke up to a sight that silenced even the roosters.
On the very same bench where Nnenna always peeled oranges, they found a fresh bride wrapper—still warm, not dusty. On it lay a bottle of groundnut oil, unopened, and a note:
> “Return what you took. Then she will return what you lost.”
No one knew what it meant.
But old women whispered of a market under the market.
A place where those taken don’t scream, because no one listens.
And from that day on, no bride in Ugwunta was ever allowed to visit the market on her wedding day.
Just in case the collectors were still watching.
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