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Right before the holidays, three bright polytechnic students—Abeni, Lami, and Zuwaira—follow their boyfriends to what seems like an innocent house party. But what begins with laughter soon spirals into a dark ritual none of them saw coming. Only one survives—but not without unbearable loss.
This story follows Abeni’s harrowing journey through betrayal, sacrifice, and a mother’s desperate fight to save her daughter. It is a chilling lesson for young women everywhere—never ignore your instincts and always listen to the ones who truly care.
Set in the heart of Africa, this emotional tale explores themes of trust, deception, traditional beliefs, and divine justice.
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This story follows Abeni’s harrowing journey through betrayal, sacrifice, and a mother’s desperate fight to save her daughter. It is a chilling lesson for young women everywhere—never ignore your instincts and always listen to the ones who truly care.
Set in the heart of Africa, this emotional tale explores themes of trust, deception, traditional beliefs, and divine justice.
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00:00At the campus gate, Ebene spotted her two closest friends, Lamy and Zuera. The three stood out like blooming hibiscus in dry grass. Lamy wore a sun-yellow gown that swayed with her every move, while Zuera's sequined skirt sparkled like stars in moonlight.
00:15Ebene, you're glowing this morning. Lamy teased, shining like fresh mango leaves after the rain. Zuera added, her laughter echoing through the courtyard. The trio chatted happily. Unaware that the day was darkening behind the scenes, Lamy leaned closer, excitement in her eyes. Guess what? They just announced no more lectures till January. What? So my transport fare is wasted today.
00:40Ebene sighed, folding her arms. Forget the money. We're not wasting the day, Zuera grinned. What do you mean? A small party. Nothing serious. Come with us, Lamy said, clapping her hands. Ebene hesitated. Her mother's voice echoed in her mind. I really should go back and study. Please, it's just for fun, Zuera coaxed. Eat, dance, and home no trouble.
01:04The morning broke quietly, as it always did in the village. Mama Zena rose early, her heart heavy like a sack of wet clothes. She knelt on her mat, her voice rising in prayer like a distant drum calling for help.
01:17Ebene, come and pray. She called out, Ebene, her beautiful daughter, in her final year at the Polytechnic. Knelt beside her, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
01:26After the prayers, Mama Zena turned to her, her tone sharp like the snap of a twig. Listen well, Ebene, no matter what happens today, do not go anywhere with anyone. Do you hear me? But Mama, I wasn't Ebene, began. But Mama Zena, cut her off. No arguments. I don't care if they promise you heaven or rain. Gold from the sky don't go. Stay home.
01:49She repeated her warning over and over until Ebene finally nodded, her head moving like a small animal under the sun. I won't, Mama, she said softly. But Ebene's thoughts had already drifted.
02:02When the chores were done, she put on her clean outfit, tied her scarf, and waved goodbye with a smile. Her steps were light, unaware of the danger waiting just ahead.
02:11Ebene shifted on her feet, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. I don't know. I promised Mama I wouldn't go anywhere. Lummy rolled her eyes. Ebene, are you a grandmother now? It's just music and small chops. Don't be stiff.
02:25Zuera chimed in, nudging her gently. Live a little. Ebene sighed. All right, fine. But not for long. Before long, the deep thump of music rolled through the air as a shiny black car pulled up. Zuera's boyfriend Malik stepped out, music blasting from the speakers. Behind him were his friends, Keen and Ebuka grinning, like they owned the world. Let's go, queens.
02:49Malik called, holding the door open with flair Lamy Zuera, and Ebene hopped into the car, laughter bubbling from their lips. Though Ebene's smile flickered, something inside her tightened. Her heart beat faster not from joy, but a silent warning she couldn't explain.
03:05The car sped off, music shaking the windows as they headed off into what they thought would be a harmless December celebration. The car rolled to a stop in front of a brightly lit house. Inside, the party was already alive. Music thundered like drums at a village festival, and people danced with joy, their bodies swaying like tall grass in the wind.
03:25At first, Ebene stood by the wall, unsure and quiet, but Keen approached with a warm smile and invited her to dance. Soon, she found herself laughing, her feet moving to the rhythm. Lamy danced with Ebuka, while Malik wrapped an arm around Zuera twirling her across the room.
03:42The three friends, glowing with energy, danced and laughed like carefree birds in the sun. The party seemed harmless, just food, music, and youth. Then, Malik clapped loudly.
03:53Everyone, time for something special, he announced, flashing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Curious murmurs rose as he led them outside. The girls followed, lighthearted and giggling, into another car.
04:05It drove them to a hotel nearby where a grand table awaited, lined with steaming food and colorful drinks. Eat well, my queens, Malik said, pulling out chairs for them.
04:16The girls sat around the table, laughter rising like a song. The food smelled delicious grilled chicken, jollof rice, fried plantain and the drinks sparkled under soft lighting.
04:27Malik raised a glass, his eyes scanning the girls. To the most beautiful women in town, he said. They all giggled and toasted.
04:36Ebene ate slowly, still feeling the uneasy tug in her chest. Her phone buzzed silently on the table, but in the noise and excitement, she didn't notice.Far away, Mama Zina, sat in her market stall, rearranging her tubers of yam.
04:50Her spirit was restless, her fingers trembling as she reached for her phone again. She had tried calling Ebene five times. Why isn't she picking up? Mama Zina muttered, dialing once more. The phone rang and rang no answer. Her heart thumped like a drum in a war dance. Back at the hotel, the girls were still enjoying themselves.
05:10The night felt magical music humming softly, lights glowing. But soon, the charm began to fade. Ebene's vision blurred. Her limbs felt heavy, her head spinning. Lamy slumped first. Then, Zuwira Ebene clutched the table, panic rising but darkness rushed in too fast.
05:28When Ebene opened her eyes, the air around her was damp and cold. Gone were the hotel lights and music. Instead, she saw cracked concrete walls, shattered windows, and dust floating in stale air. Her arms and legs were tied tightly with thick ropes.
05:44She tried to move, but her body was too weak. Turning her head, she saw Lamy and Zuwira nearby also bound, also unconscious. Fear gripped her chest like a claw.
05:55Where are we? she whispered, her voice trembling like leaves in the harmitan wind. Wake up, please wake up, she urged, nudging her friends with her elbow.
06:04Slowly, they stirred. Their eyes widened in horror as they took in the ruined building around them. Then, the shadows moved.
06:11Malik stepped into view, followed by Keen and Abuk. Their once charming smiles were gone, replaced with cold, hollow stares. Behind them, a hunched old man emerged, cloaked in dark robes.
06:24His presence was chilling, like night had taken human form. In his hands were knives curved, straight jagged, gleaming in the dim light. Beside him sat an empty calabash.
06:34Don't scream, Malik warned, his voice sharp and emotionless. Tears spilled down Abeni's cheeks as she looked from Malik to the terrifying old man.
06:43Lamy and Zuwira began to cry too, their sobs echoing off the bare walls like whispers of doom.
06:49The old man stepped forward, his eyes burned like glowing coals, and his deep voice rolled out like distant thunder.
06:56Choose a blade, he said, holding the sharp knives out in both hands. Anyone who refuses will be beaten until their skin peels like yam.
07:04No, please, Zuwira cried, her voice shaking. We did nothing wrong. Silence.
07:10The old man roared. Malik, Keen, and Abuka moved closer, holding more ropes.
07:16Abeni tried to pull free, but the binds held fast.
07:20The old man then pulled out a small black bottle. The liquid inside looked thick and foul, and smelled like rotten roots.
07:27He poured it into a carved wooden cup and pressed it to Zuwira's lips.
07:31Drink, he ordered. Zuwira shook her head violently.
07:35Please, I beg you. But Malik grabbed her head and forced the cup to her mouth.
07:40She swallowed, coughing, her tears mixing with the poison.
07:44Seconds later, she stiffened, her body jerking and then collapsed.
07:47Zuwira's lifeless body dropped to the ground, her eyes still open in frozen fear.
07:53Abeni let out a scream so sharp it cut through the silence like a broken whistle.
07:58Lamy cried uncontrollably, her body shaking in the ropes.
08:02The old man stepped forward without hesitation.
08:04He lifted one of the knives long and curved like a hunter's blade and in one swift, practiced motion,
08:10he severed Zuwira's head.
08:12Blood flowed into the waiting calabash, warm and dark, filling it like a sacred offering.
08:17As it poured, the three men Malik-keen and Ibuk-kebe began chanting in strange tongues.
08:23Their voices blended with the old man's, creating a sound that made Abeni's skin crawl.
08:28No, please, stop.
08:30Abeni cried, twisting in her bonds.
08:33Stop this, please.
08:34The old man turned to her slowly, his expression unreadable.
08:38She is next, he said coldly.
08:40They grabbed Abeni forcing the cup to her lips.
08:43She fought with everything in her.
08:45The liquid burned her throat, but her body rebelled.
08:48She vomited, choking, again and again.
08:51She resists, the old man muttered, narrowing his eyes.
08:55Then he turned toward Lamy, who was too weak to fight.
08:58Lamy's eyes were half open, her body limp from fear and exhaustion.
09:02The old man handed the cup to Keen, who held it firmly against her mouth.
09:07She didn't resist.
09:08Her hands trembled as the bitter liquid slid down her throat.
09:11Moments later, her eyes rolled back.
09:14She fell sideways, breath gone.
09:16Without a pause, the old man lifted his blade once more.
09:19In one brutal motion, he severed Lamy's head.
09:23The calabash welcomed the second stream of blood.
09:25Now full and pulsing with power under the flickering candlelight.
09:29A-B-E-N-I sobbed so hard her chest hurt.
09:32Her spirit cracked like dry earth in the sun.
09:35She stared in disbelief, as her friends, her sisters, in everything.
09:39But blood were reduced to silence and ritual.
09:42Why did I follow them?
09:43Why didn't I listen?
09:45She whispered through tears.
09:46Forced her again.
09:47The old man commanded.
09:49His tone laced with frustration.
09:51Malika and Ebuka grabbed Abeni, pouring the potion down her throat once more.
09:55But her body refused again.
09:57She vomited violently, her whole being resisting death.
10:01She cannot be taken.
10:02The old man growled.
10:03Her soul rejects the offering.
10:05The old man stood over Abeni, his eyes now burning with fury.
10:10She will not die, he hissed.
10:12Then let her live but as nothing, as an empty shell.
10:15Abeni lay there, barely conscious.
10:17Her body bruised and weak.
10:19Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with dust and blood.
10:22The room spun.
10:24Malik and his friends looked shaken sweat, beaded on their brows.
10:27Take her away.
10:28The old man ordered.
10:30She is of no use to the gods.
10:31Meanwhile, across town, the market buzzed with its usual rhythm traders calling.
10:36Buyers bargaining but Mama Zina felt none of it.
10:39Her soul had not rested since the night before.
10:42She stared at her phone for the hundredth time.
10:44It was still, switched off.
10:46Her hands trembled as she whispered a prayer.
10:48God, wherever my child is, please protect her.
10:52Not far from the market, a car rolled to a stop on a dusty roadside.
10:56The door flung open and Abeni's body was dumped like trash into the dirt.
11:01Her clothes were torn, her face bruised, her limbs limp.
11:04The car sped away.
11:05Moments later, a market woman screamed.
11:08Come and see.
11:09Somebody's child is dying.
11:11A crowd gathered quickly, voices rising like bees from a broken hive.
11:15Who is she?
11:16What happened to her?
11:17She's bleeding.
11:18From a nearby stall, Mama Zina heard the commotion.
11:22Her heart jumped.
11:23She dropped the tubers she was arranging and ran, her legs moving faster than they had in years.
11:29When she reached the scene, her eyes locked on the battered figure on the ground.
11:33Her scream tore through the air.
11:35Abeni, my child.
11:37Abeni's eyes fluttered open.
11:39Mama, she whispered, weakly, before collapsing into her mother's arms.
11:43Mama Zina knelt on the roadside, cradling her daughter, sobbing.
11:47Her once vibrant Abeni was now pale and broken.
11:51Her body bruised and spirit crushed.
11:53Help me, Mama Zina shouted.
11:55Move aside.
11:56Let me through.
11:57With trembling strength and the help of kind strangers, she lifted Abeni and rushed toward
12:02the Prophet's home at the edge of the town.
12:04Her mind raced with silent prayers.
12:07Don't let her die.
12:08Please, don't take her from me.
12:10She reached the door and raised her hand to Naconli for it to open before she could.
12:14Standing at the doorway was the Prophet Atal, solemn man with a long beard and eyes that
12:19seemed to look beyond flesh.
12:21Without a word, he stepped aside.
12:23Bring her in, he said quietly.
12:25Mama Zina laid Abeni on a woven mat inside the prayer room.
12:29Her hands shook as she tried to explain between sobs.
12:33They dumped her.
12:33I found her at the market.
12:35She was almost gone.
12:36The Prophet knelt beside the girl, his expression unreadable.
12:40He examined her wounds, placed a hand on her forehead, and whispered prayers under his
12:45breath.
12:45This is no ordinary harm, he said, but with faith and prayer, she will survive.
12:51Mama Zina collapsed beside her daughter, clutching her hand tightly.
12:55Please do everything you can.
12:57I can't lose her.
12:58Outside, word of the bloodied girl at the Prophet's house began to spread like
13:02harmattan fire.
13:04The market that had once buzzed with trade was now quiet with fear.
13:07Traders whispered the story from one stall to another.
13:11A girl found half-dead rituals.
13:13Boys she trusted.
13:15People shook their heads, their hearts heavy.
13:18Far from the town, Malik and his friends raced down a dusty road, music blaring from the car
13:23like nothing had happened.
13:25Laughter filled the vehicle wild, careless, almost manic.
13:28This December will change our lives forever, Malik shouted, gripping the wheel tightly.
13:34We've done it, Keen said, leaning back with a smug grin.
13:38Riches, power everything is ours now.
13:41Ebuka nodded, sipping from a bottle.
13:43No more small boys.
13:45We've arrived, but just minutes from the market.
13:48As the car sped around a bend, a massive truck loomed ahead like a mountain.
13:52Malik shouted, slamming the brakes but, it was too late.
13:55The crash was violent and sudden, a thunderclap on dry ground.
14:00The car crumpled like paper beneath the truck's weight.
14:03Music died instantly.
14:04Keen died on the spot.
14:06His body twisted in.
14:07The wreck.
14:08Malik screamed in agony.
14:09His legs crushed beyond saving.
14:11One eye gone.
14:12Face disfigured.
14:14Ebuka's arm was severed.
14:15Dangling by skin.
14:17Blood painted the road.
14:18News spread quickly.
14:19The same boys who dumped that girl.
14:21Someone whispered.
14:22Their wickedness caught up with them.
14:24Back at the prophet's house, a benny lay still on the mat.
14:28Her chest rose and fell faintly.
14:30Mama Zina watched over her, whispering prayers as the prophet moved between herbs and sacred
14:35oils.
14:36Hours passed.
14:37Then slowly a benny's eyes fluttered.
14:40Open mama, she whispered.
14:41Her voice barely there.
14:43They killed them.
14:44Lamy and Zuera.
14:45They cut off their heads.
14:47Tears streamed down her face.
14:49Mama Zina's heart shattered.
14:51She stroked her daughter's hair, unable to speak.
14:53The prophet placed his palm on a benny's forehead.
14:57She is strong, he said softly.
14:59Her journey will be long, but she will survive.
15:02The spirit spared her for a reason.
15:04In town, the story spread like wildfire.
15:07Word of the crash.
15:09The strange rituals and a benny's miraculous return filled every street corner.
15:14People whispered about justice.
15:15How evil always meets its end.
15:17The police soon arrived at the hospital.
15:19Malik and Ibuka were dragged from their beds, broken and bleeding, and taken straight to prison.
15:25Their dreams of wealth had turned to dust.
15:28Now all they had was pain, regret and iron bars.
15:31Malik sat in his prison cell, staring blankly at the wall.
15:35His legs once full of pride were now useless stumps.
15:38His face was half covered in bandages.
15:41The empty socket where his eye once was burning with regret.
15:44Ibuka sat beside him, cradling the stump of his severed arm.
15:48The silence between them was heavy.
15:50Why did we do it?
15:51Malik finally muttered.
15:53We should have stayed poor.
15:54Their crimes had stolen lives, shattered souls, and now, stripped them of everything.
16:00Meanwhile, a benny's healing was slow but steady.
16:04She could no longer walk without help.
16:06Her once vibrant voice was now soft and faint.
16:09But she was alive.
16:11The prophet turned to Mama Zina.
16:13One quiet evening your daughter has survived, but the scars inside and out will remain.
16:19Let her story be a warning.
16:21Mama Zina held a benny close, her voice barely above a whisper.
16:25At least you're alive.
16:26In the town, parents warned their children.
16:29Girls moved more cautiously.
16:31A benny's tale was retold in homes and markets as a lesson written in sorrow.
16:35She had survived, but she would never be the same.
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16:49Thank you for joining us on this journey.
16:51And until next time, may your own story grow bold, bright, and beautifully yours.
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