If ONLY They Knew What’s in Her PRIVATE PART That Scares MEN
In the village of Umoji, Isime’s beauty was a legend. Her skin gleamed like fresh palm oil, her eyes sparkled like morning dew, and her smile softened even the hardest hearts. Men forgot their names in her presence; traders dropped their wares, and birds seemed to pause in awe. “This kind of beauty is dangerous,” an old woman muttered. But Isime was not just beautiful—she was wise, keeping men at bay with a firm rule: no touching before marriage. They praised her virtue, unaware of the secret she guarded: if a man saw what lay between her thighs, he would never be the same.
Isime lived carefully, her charm a shield, until Emeka, a kind-hearted man, entered her life. Smitten at the village stream, he courted her with gifts and sweet words, respecting her boundaries. “You’re a good woman,” he said, vowing to wait. When he proposed, Isime’s heart wavered—fear clashed with affection—but she said yes. The wedding was a grand affair, the village alive with drums and dance. But that night, alone with Emeka, her secret unraveled. As she undressed, he saw her anomaly—two female private parts, one smaller below the other—and screamed, instantly blinded. His wails woke the village; elders whispered, and Isime fled, leaving Emeka in darkness.
Whispers of curses followed her, but Isime pressed on. Months later, Eje, a wealthy, powerful man, pursued her. Undeterred by rumors, he showered her with riches and proposed. Their lavish wedding outshone Emeka’s, but the night ended the same. When Eje saw her secret, he lost his voice and hearing, stumbling into the night in panic. Villagers murmured louder, suspicion growing. Isime left again, her secret intact but her heart heavier.
Then came Obina, Umoji’s richest man, fearless and bold. “I’m not like them,” he boasted, drowning Isime in gold and gifts. Their wedding was a spectacle, but the night brought horror. Seeing her secret, Obina screamed, coughed blood, and collapsed dead. The village erupted; her secret exposed, they branded her a witch. Trembling, Isime confessed: “I was born this way. I never knew.” She revealed her childhood—her mother, Nneka, poisoned by jealous stepmothers; her life as a slave in her father’s house; and a curse placed on her as a baby by Mama Chidi, the cruel first wife, using a herbalist’s dark potion.
The village turned on her. Despite her pleas, her father stood silent, and the elders banished her. Stones pelted her as she ran into the forest, alone and broken. Days of hunger and cold followed until she collapsed by an old tree. A hut appeared, home to Aira, a wise woman who recognized her curse. “Your stepmothers did this,” Aira said, revealing their jealousy-fueled ritual. Emboldened, Isime returned to Umoji, Aira by her side.
In the village square, Isime confronted her stepmothers. Aira revealed the black powder that cursed her, and Mama Chidi’s guilt unraveled. As Aira spoke ancient words, Mama Chidi collapsed, dead under the weight of her own evil. The other stepmothers, complicit, were banished. The curse was broken, but Umoji was no longer home. Isime left, traveling far to a place where no one knew her pain.
There, she rebuilt herself, strong and free. She met a gentle man who loved her scars and all. Their quiet wedding held no fear, and when she undressed, no curse struck. Months later, Isime gave birth to quadruplets—two boys, two girls—her joy outweighing her past pain. Back in Umoji, they spoke of the cursed girl who vanished, never knowing she had conquered fate, becoming a woman who turned suffering into triumph.
