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One day. A woman name Anna lost her husband in a car accident. And even since then, she grew hatred towards her child. It happened that she was pregnant when she lost her husband, who was struggling hard to raise money for their unborn child. But one day he had accident and died.

After his death, Anna blamed her little child for the death of her husband.

She put the baby on the bed and whispered harsh words to it, “You d0nt deserve to live, You little w!tch! I regret holding you in my stomach now you make me loose my loving husband, I will never forgive you!” Anna said.

Anna never cared for the child. She goes to the market leaving the chi!ld to cry. instead of bathing the child properly, she would rather pour c0ld water on the ch!ld making it feel cold and shocked.

One of her friends has advised her to Have pity on the innocent baby but she never listened. “ that child was the reason I lost my husband, I can’t!” She will say.

While another of her friends, Angel, will advise her to maltreat the ch!ld the more.

In fact, later on Angel began to give Anna bad advice, she took Anna to night parties and left the innocent baby alone at the house, crying with no one to comfort it.

Anna met new friends at the party, drank and dance, left the ch!ld alone in the lonely house, not even bothered.

“Look this rich men wil pay you millions just to for one n!ght!” Angel advised.

“No are you telling me to become a toy for rich men?” Am married!” Anna replied as they talk at the party.

“Married to who? Your husband is long dead, you need to enjoy life again,” Angel advised.

She convinced Anna until Anna joined her in her bad business with men. In fact, Anna completely forgot she had a child. She was just focus on new business.

In fact, she brought men into her home, while her ch!ld cry, “Donr mind that stup!d child!” She would tell them.

Collect money from them and made her late husband’s house a place for ev!l doings. But something happe

EPISODE ONE: The Tree That Cried Blood

The sun rose slowly over the quiet village of Umuoka. Birds sang in the trees. Women came out of their huts with their brooms, sweeping the compound as they did every morning. Children ran around with sleepy eyes, laughing and shouting.

But something was different that morning.

As the people walked to the village square to fetch water or buy food, they saw something strange. The old iroko tree that stood in the middle of the square was bleeding. Yes, blood—real, thick, red blood—was flowing from its big trunk. It ran down the bark and touched the ground like a wound.

People screamed.

“What is this?” shouted Mama Ejima, the pepper seller.

“Blood is coming out of the tree!” cried a little boy.

The village square became full of people. Everyone came to look. Some touched the blood and looked at their fingers. It was warm and thick—just like human blood. Some people ran back to their homes in fear.

The chief of the village, Chief Okafor, was called. He came quickly, wearing his red cap and holding his staff. His eyes grew wide when he saw the tree.

“This is not normal,” he said in a strong voice. “No tree should bleed. Call the medicine man now!"