She Gives Birth And SELLS the BABIES INSTANTLY After
Once upon a time, in a village far away, lived a girl named Nana. She was renowned for her beauty, her kind heart, and her cheerful disposition. Nana was the pride of her parents—a poor farmer and a humble trader—and the joy of her community. She was also brilliantly smart, always at the top of her class, constantly earning praise and small gifts from the head teacher. The villagers would smile and say, “Nana is a good girl. She’s going to do great things one day.”
As Nana grew older and reached her final year of school, she became close with a girl named Bola. Bola was neither as clever nor as pretty as Nana, but she had a different, sometimes reckless, way of navigating life. Other girls warned Nana to be careful, but Nana was grateful for Bola, especially after Bola shared her food when Nana came to school with an empty stomach. Nana trusted Bola and kept her friendship, believing that as long as she stayed true to herself, everything would be okay.
The Whisper of Easy Money
After school, Nana and Bola spent much time together. Nana couldn’t help but notice Bola’s nice clothes, sparkling jewelry, and other luxuries Nana’s family could never afford.
“How do you get all these nice things?” Nana finally asked one day. “Where does the money come from?”
Bola smiled. “It’s from a man named Kunle. I sleep with Kunle, and he gives me money and buys me gifts. It’s easy, and I get whatever I want.”
Nana was shocked. “But what if you get pregnant? Aren’t you scared?”
Bola laughed, waving off the concern. “Don’t worry, Nana. I know how to take care of that. I won’t get pregnant. It’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Nana was confused and worried. Though she had never considered such a path, Bola made it sound so simple, so easy. Not wanting to lose her friend, Nana kept quiet, following Bola’s lead even as a feeling of unease settled deep in her heart.
Betrayal and a Desperate Choice
One morning, Nana met Bakari, a handsome, kind, and hardworking palm wine tapper who owned a large farm. Bakari liked Nana’s gentle nature and beauty, and before they parted, he gifted her a pair of beautiful earrings. From that day on, they began meeting, talking, and laughing together. Nana felt special with Bakari.
As their relationship deepened, they eventually slept together. Nana felt a mixture of happiness and uncertainty about the intimacy they shared.
Meanwhile, Nana’s parents were planning her future. They decided to send her to Biku Village, famous for its skill training and bustling market, so she could learn a trade that would secure her life.
A few weeks after being with Bakari, Nana’s heart sank with the realization: she was pregnant.
She nervously went to Bakari and told him the news, hoping for his support. But Bakari shook his head, his words cold and dismissive. “No, Nana. I’m not responsible for that. It’s not my child.”
Nana was crushed. The man she thought cared for her had rejected her, leaving her alone with a life-altering truth.
Lost and scared, Nana was sent off to Biku Village, still carrying her secret. She stayed with a distant, kind aunt. Yet, all Nana could think about was the baby growing inside her. She didn’t want it; she didn’t know how she could possibly care for a child alone.
Desperate, she sought out the village midwife, Mama Abier, known for helping with difficult pregnancies.
“Mama Abier,” Nana pleaded, “I’m not ready to have this baby. Is there any way you can help me?”
Mama Abier looked at Nana with serious eyes. “My dear, it’s too late to get rid of the baby safely. It could be very dangerous for you.”
Nana’s heart sank. But then, Mama Abier offered a shocking alternative: “If you don’t want the baby, you can sell it after it’s born. There are people who would pay a lot of money for a healthy child.”
Nana was stunned. Sell the baby? As the shock subsided, a new feeling emerged: she could make money from this. This could solve her problems. She wouldn’t have to care for the baby, and she would have money to live on.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Nana said, a strange mix of relief and excitement replacing her fear. Her focus shifted entirely from learning a trade to the idea of making money from her own child.
The Path of the Unnatural Mother
As the months passed, Nana’s belly swelled. Mama Abier was ready, having already found a buyer. When Nana gave birth to a beautiful, crying baby girl, the midwife placed the child in Nana’s arms.
Nana looked at her daughter and felt nothing. There was no rush of love or attachment—only the cold calculation of the 500 gold coins and shiny jewelry waiting for her. After breastfeeding the baby, Nana handed her over to Mama Abier, who delivered the child to the buyer.
Nana looked at the money and jewelry in her hands, thrilled by the wealth. She didn’t think about the baby she had just sold.
“This is better than learning a trade,” she thought, the coins jingling in her pocket. “I can make more money by selling babies.”
Without hesitation, Nana planned to get pregnant again. To her, it was simply a quick path to riches.
It wasn’t long before she was pregnant by another man, T, who, just like Bakari, denied responsibility. This time, Nana didn’t feel sad or worried; she felt happy. She ran to Mama Abier, practically dancing with excitement.
Mama Abier looked at her with concern. “Nana, you must be careful. Selling babies is not something to take lightly. It can lead to a path of regret.”
But Nana only smiled. “This is the path I’ve chosen, Mama. I’m going to keep doing this. It’s the best way for me to make money.”
Nine months later, she gave birth to a strong baby boy. Without a second thought, she handed the child over to the midwife, collected the 2,000 gold coins and more beautiful jewelry, and felt powerful. She believed she had found the perfect, unstoppable way to get rich.
Nana’s plan worked perfectly. She became rich very quickly, selling a total of ten of her babies. Each sale added to her growing pile of gold and jewels, giving her a life of luxury in Biku Village.
The Return and The Void
Mama Abier tried repeatedly to warn her. “Nana, you must stop selling your babies. They are your future, your own flesh and blood!” But Nana simply laughed. “I have many more children inside me. I’ll keep making money this way, and nothing will stop me.”
She sent money and gifts home. Her parents, amazed by her success, never questioned the source of her wealth and were immensely proud.
By the time Nana decided to return to her home village, she was a stranger. Dressed in the finest clothes and sparkling with expensive jewelry, she was barely recognizable. The villagers were astonished and celebrated the return of the beautiful, successful Nana.
She used her fortune to build a large, grand house for herself and rebuilt her parents’ home as well. Nana lived a life of luxury, content in her wealth and admired by everyone. Many men, captivated by her beauty and success, asked her to marry them, but she always refused, content with her riches.
However, as time went on, her parents worried. They believed a husband and children were necessary for true happiness.
“Nana, you have everything, but you are alone,” her mother gently said. “It’s important to have a husband and children to complete your happiness.”
Nana eventually started to wonder if something was missing. She met Akin, a kind, handsome man from a well-respected family. They married in a grand, joyful ceremony.
But as the months turned into two years, Nana still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Akin’s mother, eager for grandchildren, began to pressure her mercilessly. Finally, she stormed into their home and shouted, “Nana, you are barren! You can’t stay in this house any longer. My son needs a wife who can give him children.”
Heartbroken, Nana was sent away. She returned to her own empty, lavish home. Surrounded by all the wealth she had accumulated from the sale of her children, Nana felt a deep sadness. All the riches in the world could not fill the void left by her inability to have a child. She was more alone than ever.
The Harvest of Shame
Nana tried to remarry, but the village whispered: “She can’t have children.” The suitors who once flocked to her now stayed away.
Then, out of the blue, Bakari, the first man to deny her, arrived. “Nana, where is my child? The child you were carrying when you left the village?”
Fearing exposure, Nana lied. “I lost the baby, Bakari. I had a miscarriage.”
Bakari left, but soon after, two more men came knocking, asking the same question. Nana gave them the same lie.
But Nana’s lies couldn’t last. A villager who overheard one of the conversations knew the truth about Nana’s dealings in Biku Village. They told the men: “Nana didn’t lose your babies, she sold them! She’s been selling her children to get rich.”
The men were shocked and furious. The news spread like wildfire. They returned to Nana’s house, this time with a crowd of angry villagers.
“Give us back our children, Nana!” they demanded. “If you don’t, we’ll burn down your house!”
Fear gripped Nana’s heart. Her beautiful life, built on greed and betrayal, was crumbling. She knew she had no choice but to try to find the children.
She returned to Biku Village, begging Mama Abier for help. The midwife, seeing the sorrow in Nana’s eyes, sighed. “Nana, I warned you not to take this path. Now you must face the consequences.” She handed Nana a piece of paper with the buyers’ addresses. “But be warned, Nana, they may not be willing to return them.”
Nana traveled far and wide, knocking on doors, but her efforts were in vain. Some denied knowing her; others simply refused to return the children, stating they were now part of their families. Each rejection tore deep into Nana’s soul.
Solitude and Reflection
Nana returned to her village in shame. The villagers were waiting, their anger still burning. Her parents were devastated, regretting that they had not taught her the dangers of loving money too much. The shame was too much for Nana’s mother to bear, and she passed away, leaving Nana even more broken.
In a final act of repentance, Nana gave away all her money and offered her grand house, but the villagers rejected her offerings, wanting nothing that came from such a dark place. Determined to make amends, Nana sold everything and gave the money to the less fortunate.
Then, with only a small bag, she left her village and settled at the entrance, far from the life of luxury she once knew. She lived alone, haunted by the memories of the children she had sold and the life she could have had. Though she found some peace in quiet reflection, the loneliness never left her.
Nana’s story became a lesson for all the children in the village. Parents would tell their children: “Remember Nana, who traded her future for gold. She had everything but lost it all because she couldn’t see what truly mattered.”
Nana lived the rest of her life in solitude, her heart full of regret. She learned too late that true wealth wasn’t in gold or jewels, but in the love and life she had once taken for granted.
