In the quiet, close-knit community of Adoka, a small town in Benue State, Nigeria, there is a cherished tradition that brings warmth, laughter, and wonder to the hearts of the children of the community. As night falls, the children of the community delight in gathering outdoors beneath the moonlit sky, eager to take part in an age-old ritual: listening to enchanting tales told by the beloved matriarch, Grandma Oyiwodu.
Grandma Oyiwodu, the oldest and most respected member of the community, holds a special place in the hearts of the people. Known for her gentle spirit and deep affection for children, she has become a treasured storyteller whose voice carries the wisdom of generations. Her presence brings joy and comfort, and the children look forward to her stories all week long.
Every Saturday evening, as the sun begins to set and the air cools, the children spring into action. With excitement bubbling in their hearts, they scatter around the village in search of dry leaves, twigs, and firewood. Their mission is to set the fire in time for story hour. Once they’ve carefully arranged the wood and set the fire ablaze, they wait patiently for the smoke to clear.
As the flames settle into a warm, steady glow, the children gather in a circle around the fire, their eyes bright with anticipation. The moon rises above them, casting a soft silver light over the group, setting the perfect scene for what’s to come. It isn’t long before Grandma Oyiwodu arrives, her familiar smile lighting up the night. With a slow, deliberate grace, she settles onto her favorite stool, and as the children lean in close, she begins weaving magical tales of long ago, stories filled with wisdom, laughter, and lessons that echo through time.
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