Breny TV

CHIAMAKA (By Mr. Ezy)

📖 EPISODE 9 📖

The village is calm now but not completely.

Whenever Chiamaka walked through the village, people no longer laugh, they watched. Some with respect, some with guilt and some with quiet admiration. Because everyone knew what she had done.

She forgave and not everyone had that kind of heart.

One evening, as the sun slowly disappeared, Chiamaka sat outside with Kenechukwu.

The air was calm and Peaceful for the first time in a long while.

Kenechukwu looked at her carefully.

“You don’t belong here anymore,” he said softly.

Chiamaka turned to him. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath.

“Iseke made you strong… but it can not give you everything you deserve.”

She frowned slightly. “This is my home.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “But your future is bigger than this place.”

She said nothing. But her heart began to beat faster like there was something in his voice. Something serious.

The next day, Kenechukwu came early.

He came prepared………His face carried determination.

Inside the house, Mama Chiamaka and Papa Chiamaka sat with him.

Chiamaka sat quietly beside her mother.

“I have something important to say,” Kenechukwu began.

The room became still.

“I want to take Chiamaka to the city.”

The room became completely silence. Mama Chiamaka blinked. Papa Chiamaka leaned forward slightly.

“The city?” he asked slowly.

Kenechukwu nodded.

“Yes. I want her to live with my family… and continue her education.”

Chiamaka’s heart skipped.

Mama Chiamaka “Education?” she asked.

“Yes,” Kenechukwu said.
“I want to enroll her in .”

The words hung in the air. Heavy and Unbelievable.

Chiamaka looked at him like she was dreaming.

“University…?” she whispered.

Kenechukwu smiled gently.

“You are smart. You are strong. You deserve more than just surviving……….you deserve to grow.”

Tears filled her eyes instantly.

Mama Chiamaka shook her head slowly. “No…”

Everyone turned to her.

“No?” Kenechukwu asked carefully. She stood up.

“My daughter… leave this house? Go far away? Stay in a big city?”

Her voice began to shake.

“Who will wake her in the morning? Who will remind her to eat? Who will watch over her?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I have not stayed one week without seeing my child…”

Chiamaka’s eyes filled immediately.

“Mama…” she called her mother passionately.

Mama Chiamaka held her tightly.

“I just got you back,” she cried softly.
“I almost lost you… and now you want to go?”

The pain in her voice filled the room.

Papa Chiamaka had not spoken……….Not yet.

He stood up slowly. Walked outside. Everyone watched him go.

A few minutes later, Kenechukwu followed.

Outside, under the same tree where many things had happened, Papa Chiamaka stood quietly.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked calmly.

Kenechukwu swallowed.

“I want to give her a better life.”

Papa Chiamaka nodded slowly.

“And you think I can not do that?”

“It’s not that,” Kenechukwu said quickly.
“But opportunities, exposure…….education…”

Papa Chiamaka turned to him. “You love her?”

“Yes,” Kenechukwu answered immediately.

“Then understand this,” Papa Chiamaka said.
“Loving someone is not just about taking them away… it is about knowing what their heart can carry.”

Kenechukwu lowered his head slightly.

“I understand.”

“Do you?” Papa Chiamaka asked.

“Because taking her means taking a part of us.”

Those words hit deep in Kenechukwu’s heart.

Inside, Chiamaka sat quietly. Her heart was in two places.

Her dream………And her home.

Mama Chiamaka held her hand tightly.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she said.

“You will not lose me,” Chiamaka replied softly.

“But it will not be the same,” Mama Chiamaka whispered.

That is just the truth……A painful truth.

Chiamaka stood up slowly, lost in thought.

Immediately, the men returned, she looked at them.

“I will go to the city with Kenechukwu”

Mama Chiamaka froze……there was an absolute silence in the room. Tears fell instantly, but Chiamaka continued.

“Yes, I will go, but I will not forget where I came from.” Then she turned to her mother.

“Mama, I will come back. I will visit often and I will surely make you proud.”

Her voice broke slightly.

“But if I stay her…….will always wonder, what if?”

Mama Chiamaka closed her eyes. The words pierced her heart.

Days passed quickly, Preparations began, Clothes were gathered. Advice was given, Blessings were spoken.

But joy………..Joy mixed with pain.

Mama Chiamaka cooked her favorite meals.

Papa Chiamaka spent more time sitting with her, even in silence.

At night, Chiamaka would lie awake, listening to the sounds of her village.

The crickets, the distant laughter, the children playing in their houses.

The quiet life she knew. Soon…she would leave it behind.

The day of departure finally came. Some of the villagers gathered to witness the new beginning of Chiamaka.

A car stood in front of the compound.

Big and shiny. Different from anything Iseke village was used to.

Chiamaka stood outside, dressed neatly.

Simple but beautiful.

Mama Chiamaka held her like she would never let go.

“Eat well,” she said through tears.
“Pray every day.”

“I will, Mama,” Chiamaka cried.

Papa Chiamaka placed his hand on her head.

“Make us proud.”

“I will, Papa.” Chiamaka replied.

Kenechukwu stood nearby, respectful, quiet. Understanding the weight of the moment.

As Chiamaka entered the car, she paused.

She looked back at her home, at the tree, at her parents and at the village that once mocked her….

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

But this time…… They were not just tears of pain.

They were tears of growth. Tears of courage and of a new beginning.

Kenechukwu gently closed the car door. The engine started. Slowly…….. The car began to move, villagers waved at the car.

Mama Chiamaka cried openly. Papa Chiamaka stood strong, but his eyes were wet.

Chiamaka looked through the window.

Her heart heavy, but hopeful.

As Iseke faded behind her… A new world opened ahead.

Not free from challenges or from fear, but full of possibility.

Because sometimes… Leaving home is not the end of love. It is the beginning of becoming.

TO BE CONTINUED………….✏️✏️📖📖

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Finally the rejected village dirty girl is going to be a city girl……….What a life.

CHIAMAKA

📖 EPISODE 8 📖

The village did not sleep well that night

Even when darkness covered Iseke, the noise did not fully disappear.

Whispers still moved like wind through dry leaves.

“They confessed…”

“Jealousy nearly killed someone…”

“Who can we trust again?”

Inside their small house, silence sat heavily.

Chiamaka lay awake, her eyes open.

But she was not seeing the roof. She was seeing faces.

Amara, Ngoz and Bisi.

And the moment Bisi said, “It’s true.”

Her chest tightened.

Mama Chiamaka slept lightly beside her, but even in sleep, her hand rested on Chiamaka’s arm, as if afraid her daughter might disappear again.

Papa Chiamaka sat outside alone, a small lantern beside him. His face was hard and his eyes carried pain.

“My daughter…” he muttered under his breath.
“They almost took you from me but God saved you.”

He clenched his jaw. “If not for that little boy…”

He shook his head slowly.

Morning came, but peace did not follow.

People gathered in small groups. Talking and arguing. Some demanded punishment.

“They must be sent away!”

“They must suffer for what they did!”

Others shook their heads. “They are still young…”

“But what they did is not small.”

At the center of it all…… One name remained on every tongue.

Chiamaka!

Inside the house, she finally sat up. Her body was stronger now.

But something inside her had changed. She was quiet.

Mama Chiamaka noticed. “My daughter….. talk to me.”

Chiamaka looked at her slowly.

“Mama… why do people hate without reason?”

Mama Chiamaka sighed deeply.

“Sometimes, my child, it is not hatred… it is pain hiding inside people.”

Chiamaka frowned slightly. “But I did nothing to them.”

“I know,” Mama Chiamaka said softly.
“But your light reminded them of what they lacked.”

Those words stayed with her, Kenechukwu’s Decision.

Later that morning, Kenechukwu arrived again.

He looked serious, more serious than before.

“I have made a decision,” he said.

Papa Chiamaka looked up. “What decision?”

Kenechukwu took a deep breath.

“I am taking this matter to the elders properly. Not just talk………..real judgment.”

Mama Chiamaka nodded slowly. “That is good.”

But Chiamaka shook her head. “No.”

Everyone turned to her.

Kenechukwu frowned. “No?”

“I don’t want more trouble,” she said quietly.

“They hurt you…. So they must face the consequences.” Kenechukwu replied.

Chiamaka looked at him deeply. “And after that?”

He paused……“They will learn their lessons.”

“Or they will hate me more,” Chiamaka said.

Her words landed heavily.

That afternoon, something unexpected happened.

Amara, Ngozi and Bisi came together. They stopped at the entrance of Papa Chiamaka’s compound.

No makeup, No pride, No laughter….. Just fear and shame.

Mama Chiamaka saw them first, her body stiffened.

“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply.

They said nothing. Bisi stepped forward.

“We came to see Chiamaka.”

Papa Chiamaka stood up immediately.

“You have the courage to come here?”

His voice was like thunder.

Amara flinched. Ngozi looked down.

But Bisi did not move.

“Please…” she said.
“We just want to talk.”

Inside, Chiamaka heard everything.

Her heart began to beat fast………Very fast.

Mama Chiamaka turned to her.

“Do not come outside.”

But Chiamaka slowly stood up. “I have to.”

When Chiamaka stepped out, the air changed.

Everything became still. Amara could not lift her head.

Ngozi’s eyes were already red. Bisi fell to her knees immediately.

“I am sorry!” she cried.

The words came out raw, broken and real.

“We were jealous…….. we were foolish”

Amara closed her eyes tightly. Tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

Ngozi wiped her face quickly, but more tears came.

“We didn’t think…” Ngozi whispered.
“We didn’t think it would go this far.”

Papa Chiamaka turned away, struggling with his anger.

Mama Chiamaka held her wrapper tightly.

Chiamaka stood there. Looking at them, no anger on her face and no smile either.

“You wanted to separate me and Kenechukwu,” she said calmly.

Bisi nodded through tears.

“Yes…”

“You wanted to disgrace me.”

“Yes…”

“You wanted to make people fear me.”

Bisi could barely speak.

“Yes…”

Chiamaka took a slow breath.

“And now?”

Amara finally spoke, her voice shaking.

“Now… we are the ones ashamed.”

There was a deep silence. The kind that makes hearts loud.

Everyone watched Chiamaka………. Waiting.

Even the wind seemed to pause. This was the moment everyone awaits.

She could reject them, She could shout.

She could demand punishment. She had every right.

Kenechukwu stepped closer.

“Chiamaka…” he said gently, “you don’t have to”

But she raised her hand slightly. Stopping him.

Her eyes never left the girls.

“I cried,” she said softly.
“I questioned myself.”

Her voice trembled slightly.

“I wondered what I did to deserve that kind of pain.”

Bisi sobbed harder.

“But if I hold on to that pain…” Chiamaka continued,
“then I become like you.”

That statement hit deeply.

Even Amara looked up, slowly.

“I don’t want that,” Chiamaka said.

A moment of silence.

“I forgive you.”

Mama Chiamaka gasped softly.

Papa Chiamaka turned quickly.

Kenechukwu stared at her.

Amara froze.

Ngozi stopped crying mid-breath.

Bisi looked up slowly, her face full of disbelief.

“You… forgive us?” she whispered.

Chiamaka nodded. “Yes.”

Tears filled her eyes now.

“But listen to me,” she said, her voice stronger.
“Forgiveness is not forgetting.”

They listened carefully.

“It means you must change,” she continued.
“Not because of me… but because of who you want to become.”

Amara’s lips trembled.

“I… I want to change,” she said quietly.

Ngozi nodded quickly.

“Me too.”

Bisi could not even speak, She just cried.

Papa Chiamaka walked slowly toward Chiamaka.

“You are stronger than I am,” he said quietly.

Mama Chiamaka wiped her tears.

“My daughter…”

Kenechukwu looked at her with something deeper than admiration.

Respect………. Pure respect.

“You are different,” he said.

Chiamaka looked at him.

“No… I just chose peace.”

The sun began to lower in the sky. Casting golden light across the compound.

The same light that once watched her pain…

Now watched her strength.

But as the girls turned to leave……Amara paused.

She looked back at Chiamaka, their eyes met.

This time……There was no hatred, but there was something else.

Something uncertain. Something unresolved.

Because forgiveness had been given…

But trust? That definitely would take time.

TO BE CONTINUED…………..✏️📖📖

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Most times……Where jealousy speaks louder than truth. A single choice could actually change everything. Not revenge, Not anger. But forgiveness.

And sometimes………That is the most powerful of all