Mysterious Akara
In a quiet village, Tunde sold akara at dawn. His golden balls smelled heavenly, but villagers avoided them after sunset. Rumors spread that those who ate Tunde’s akara at night saw things they were not meant to see.One evening, a curious young man, Kemi, bought one. As he bit into it, shadows shifted unnaturally, and whispers filled the air. He could see hidden paths in the forest, but they weren’t ordinary paths—they twisted into darkness, leading to abandoned huts and forgotten graves. Shapes moved just beyond his vision, vanishing when he looked directly.When the elders discovered what Tunde was doing, fear spread through the village. They claimed his akara was cursed, that it had brought visions no mortal should witness. In a stern assembly, Tunde was banished, told never to return. Some said he vanished into the night willingly, a faint aroma of fried beans lingering behind him.But the villagers soon realized the curse remained. Those who had eaten his night-time akara before his banishment appeared changed—distant, haunted, their eyes carrying secrets they could not speak.
Moral: Some powers are too dangerous for ordinary hands, and curiosity can summon knowledge best left untouched.