NO WOMAN IN THE ENTIRE VILLAGE CAN SATISFY HIM

In a quiet village in eastern Nigeria, the rain poured down in torrents, drumming against the rooftops and turning the dirt paths into muddy rivers. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth, but inside a modest home, a young woman named **Sha** was experiencing a storm of her own. She stood trembling, her heart racing as she confronted the reality of her marriage.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “He doesn’t stop. He rides me like I’m a horse. I can’t keep up with him. His energy is too much. I can’t satisfy him; he’s no normal man!” Her mother, **Mama Bush**, stood before her, pale with embarrassment, trying to calm her daughter’s fears.

“Sha, please, don’t say such things,” Mama Bush pleaded, her voice shaking. “He’s just inexperienced. Things will get better with time.” Reluctantly, Sha agreed to stay in the village, hoping for a miracle to save her marriage to **Bushi**—the tall, handsome, and strong man who was the dream of every woman in the village.

Bushi was indeed a sight to behold. His smooth dark skin glistened in the sun, and his muscles rippled with each step he took. He was admired by all, yet beneath that facade of confidence lay a deep loneliness. Raised by a poor mother who loved him more than life itself, Bushi was her only child. His father had died before he was born, leaving her to care for him alone. She instilled in him the values of respect and purity, preparing him for the day he would marry.

When Bushi came of age, he set his sights on Sha, captivated by her beauty the first time he laid eyes on her as she fetched water from the stream. Their wedding day was filled with joy, music, and laughter, but the true excitement came when they entered their bedroom as husband and wife. Bushi, eager to consummate their marriage, soon found that things would not go as he had hoped.

Just minutes into their first night together, Sha screamed and bolted from the room, her face pale with fear. “Mama! He wants to kill me!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the village. Bushi was confused and alarmed, rushing after her, but Mama Bush was already there, panic written all over her face.

“Sha, what is it?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“He doesn’t stop!” Sha gasped, her breath coming in quick bursts. “I can’t keep up with him! His energy is too much!”

Mama Bush stood there, shocked and embarrassed, but she pleaded with her daughter, assuring her that everything would be fine and that Bushi was just inexperienced. Sha reluctantly agreed to stay, but as the days turned into weeks, it became clear that things were not improving. Each time they tried to be together, the same thing happened—Bushi’s insatiable energy left Sha in pain and fear.

Eventually, Sha could no longer bear it. One morning, she packed her bags and returned to her father’s house, leaving Bushi heartbroken. The news of her departure spread like wildfire through the village. Some women pitied her, while others criticized her for leaving a man like Bushi, whispering behind her back that she wasn’t strong enough to handle him.

Among those women was **Nese**, a bold and beautiful girl who had always admired Bushi from afar. Nese saw Sha’s departure as her golden opportunity and made it her mission to win Bushi’s heart. She flirted with him at every chance, throwing herself at him whenever they crossed paths. Eventually, Bushi noticed her, and before long, they were married.

However, on their wedding night, the same thing happened. Nese, who had entered the marriage with confidence, soon found herself screaming and running out of the house. “I can’t bear the heat!” she shouted, her face flushed with fear. “He’s not normal! He never gets tired!”

Just like Sha, Nese packed her bags that night and returned to her father’s house. Bushi was devastated. He had lost two women he cared for, and the rumors about him spread like wildfire. The once-admired hero of the village was now an outcast, a man whose very presence invoked fear and suspicion.

In desperation, Mama Bush took Bushi to a local **habalist**, hoping for answers. The habalist examined Bushi carefully, shaking his head. “You cannot rob the gods,” he said, his voice deep and filled with wisdom. Mama Bush was confused. “What do you mean, wise one?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The habalist turned to Bushi. “Do you remember the promise you made to the gods when you were seeking a child?”

Mama Bush’s heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten. Years ago, before Bushi was born, she and her husband had been childless for many years. Desperate for a child, they had gone to the deity and begged for a son. The priest had promised them a child on one condition: they must sacrifice three cows to the deity after the child was born. But before Mama Bush could fulfill the promise, her husband died, leaving her alone and poor. The promise had been forgotten.

“The deity is angry,” the habalist warned. “Bushi is cursed because you did not fulfill your promise. If you do not ask for forgiveness soon, the gods will take his life.”

Mama Bush’s hands flew to her mouth, overwhelmed with guilt and fear. The habalist’s words hit her like a ton of bricks. They had no choice but to fulfill the promise.

The next day, Mama Bush sold one of her pieces of land near the stream—land that had been in her family for generations. With the money, they bought three cows and went to the shrine to offer the sacrifice. The priest performed the ritual, and as the final rites were completed, a gentle breeze swept through the shrine, bringing with it a strange sense of peace.

“It is done,” the priest said, nodding in approval. “The gods have accepted your offering.”

After the sacrifice was made, Bushi and his mother felt a deep sense of relief. They believed the curse was finally behind them. But the real test lay ahead—finding a woman who would accept him, love him, and stand by him.

Bushi was hesitant at first. He had already endured so much pain and rejection, losing both Sha and Nese. But his mother encouraged him gently, “My son, the gods have forgiven us. You are free now. Don’t let fear hold you back. Love will come to you.”

With his mother’s words in his heart, Bushi decided to try again. He approached Sha and Nese, hoping to mend what had been broken. He apologized to them both, explaining the cause of their troubles and assuring them that the curse had been lifted. But both women refused him, having moved on from the fear and trauma they had experienced.

Bushi was crushed but understood their decision. Finding a wife in his own village now seemed impossible. The women who had once pursued him were now distant, and he felt like an outcast in his own home.

Determined not to give up, Bushi decided to search for love outside his village. He traveled to a neighboring village where he could begin again without the weight of the rumors. It was there that he met **Afa**, a woman unlike any he had ever known. She was strong-willed, with a sharp mind and a kind heart. Her beauty was undeniable—smooth, dark skin that gleamed in the sunlight and eyes that sparkled with confidence.

What truly drew Bushi to Afa was her spirit; she was brave and not easily swayed by gossip. When Bushi first approached her, he was nervous, fearing that the rumors about him had reached her village too. But to his surprise, Afa didn’t care about the stories.

“I’d rather see the truth for myself,” she said, meeting his gaze directly.

Her words were like a balm to Bushi’s wounded heart. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt hope. They spent weeks getting to know each other, and Afa listened intently as Bushi shared his story—the curse, the sacrifice, and all that he had endured.

When Bushi finally asked Afa to be his wife, she smiled and said yes. Their wedding was smaller than his previous ones, but it was filled with joy and love. Mama Bush wiped tears of joy from her eyes, feeling that everything was finally going to be alright.

As night fell and the guests began to leave, Bushi and Afa entered their home for the first time as husband and wife. Bushi’s heart raced; this was the moment he had feared for so long. He looked at Afa, who smiled back at him with reassuring eyes.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, sensing his hesitation.

The night went by peacefully. For the first time, Bushi felt what true love and connection could be like. Afa didn’t scream, didn’t run away, and didn’t fear him. Instead, she embraced him, and they both found joy in each other.

By morning light, both Bushi and Afa knew they had something special. The curse had truly been lifted, and Bushi was finally free. News spread quickly that Bushi had found a wife who stayed. The women in the village were in shock. How could Afa, after hearing all the rumors, survive a night with Bushi?

Many whispered that she must have some secret or special power that allowed her to do what no other woman could. The village women, once eager to have Bushi for themselves, were now filled with curiosity and jealousy. They gathered around Afa whenever she visited the market, asking her questions and trying to figure out what had happened.

Afa would only smile and say, “Love is not a competition. I accepted him for who he is, and he accepted me. That’s all.”

The women were left speechless. They realized then that it wasn’t about who could handle Bushi, but about finding someone who truly loved him.

As time passed, Bushi and Afa became an example of love and patience in the village. Over the years, they had several children, each one bringing more joy into their home. Bushi, once the lonely outcast, was now a proud father, a loving husband, and a respected man in the village.

Mama Bush remained grateful for the rest of her life. Every morning, she would wake up and thank the gods for sparing her son. She never forgot the promise they had broken, and she often told the story to her grandchildren, reminding them that a promise to the gods should never be taken lightly.

As she grew older, Mama Bush watched her son’s family grow, her heart swelling with pride. Bushi had become everything she had ever dreamed he would be—a good man, a faithful husband, and a loving father. Though her journey with the gods had been filled with pain and loss, she was grateful they had shown mercy in the end.

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Bushi and Afa’s love story became a cherished tale in the village, a reminder that love transcends challenges, that true connection can heal even the deepest wounds. And as the years rolled on, the legacy of their love lived on, inspiring generations to come, proving that sometimes, the greatest riches in life are not measured in wealth, but in the love we share and the bonds we create.