In the picturesque village of Nwaniba, nestled within the Uruan LGA, resided a man of great renown - Edet Effiong, a skilled fisherman by trade. His reputation preceded him.
Within his family, Effiong had a delightful young teenage daughter, a testament to the love he shared with his beloved wife.
One fateful day, as Effiong embarked on his fishing expedition, destiny led him to the enchanting land of the Ijaw people. It was there, amidst the vibrant surroundings, that his gaze fell upon a mesmerizing figure eight lady, who was a teacher.
Effiong the fisherman (as he was fondly known by all), swiftly proceeded to wed the newfound love of his life. The teacher was an exquisitely pretty lady, whose outward allure concealed a malevolent disposition.
Upon her husband's return from his fishing trip, the cruel stepmother would begin to badmouth Idongesit's mother, and list all the things she didn't do. She even went as far as putting sand in their husband's soup and blaming it on the first wife (Idongesit mother). Margaret, the (the wicked step mother), made life unbearable for Atim (the first wife) in her matrimonial home.
In the depths of twilight, under the watchful gaze of a wicked stepmother, young Idongesit embarked on a treacherous journey to the stream. The clock struck 9:20, casting an eerie glow upon the path ahead. The night was still, devoid of any soul within Idongesit's peripheral view.
Overwhelmed by a sense of desolation, tears streamed down her face as she sang a mournful melody, yearning for her departed mother's presence. "Oh, beloved mother, come forth and witness the burdens I bear for my stepmother," she wailed, her sorrow echoing through the night.
With her calabash pot in hand, Idongesit ventured further into the abyss of the dark and desolate road that led to the stream. As she drew closer, a peculiar sight caught her attention. A tall, enigmatic figure stood beside a majestic palm tree, casting an ominous shadow. Curiosity compelled her to approach, seeking a closer glimpse of this mysterious being.
Suddenly, a thunderous voice pierced the silence, startling the young child. "Halt! Little one, do you not fear?"
To be continued.