YOU WONT BELEIVE WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM AFTER HE URINATED ON A GRAVEYARD

           Episode 3✅

“I’m curious about the history of our village. They say his death was mysterious. Do you know anything about what happened to him?” Tunde asked.

Olumide’s face grew serious and his voice lowered. “The past is the past, my boy. Sometimes it’s best not to dig too deeply. What happened to Adakan was a tragedy, but it’s been over for years.”

Tunde nodded, pretending to accept the answer, but his instincts told him Olumide was hiding something.

That evening, Tunde returned to Barara Aanu and told him about the conversation. The elder stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“Olumide knows more than he’s letting on. You’ll need to find another way to uncover the truth.”

“But how?” Tunde asked, frustration creeping into his voice. “He won’t just tell me.”

Barara Aanu handed him a small pouch filled with herbs. “This will help you dream clearly tonight. Spirits often reveal what they cannot say aloud when you are in their world.”

Reluctantly, Tunde took the pouch. That night, he placed it under his pillow and fell into a restless sleep.

In his dream, Tunde found himself standing in the village square. It was night, but the square was lit by a strange blue glow. Suddenly, Adakan Connell’s spirit appeared before him, looking more human than ghostly this time.

“You are close, Tunde,” the spirit said, his voice steady but filled with sorrow. “Olumide betrayed me. He was like a brother to me, but his envy led him to poison my food during a celebration.”

Tunde’s eyes widened. “He poisoned you? But why?”

Adakan Connell’s face darkened. “He wanted my land and my wealth. After I died, he spread lies about me, claiming I was cursed. My family was shamed, and he took everything I owned.”

Tunde clenched his fists. “Then he must be exposed.”

Adakan shook his head. “You must tread carefully. Olumide is powerful, and his influence runs deep. If you confront him without proof, he will turn the village against you.”

The spirit began to fade, his voice echoing as he disappeared. “Find the ledger hidden in his house. It will reveal the truth.”

Tunde woke up in a cold sweat, his heart racing. He had no idea how he was going to sneak into Olumide’s house, but he knew the ledger was the key to solving the mystery.

The next day, Tunde began watching Olumide’s compound from a distance, looking for an opportunity. Late that night, when the village was quiet and Olumide’s lamps were out, Tunde crept into the compound. His heart pounded as he searched the elder’s study, careful not to make a sound.

After what felt like hours, he found a small locked chest tucked away under a pile of old mats. Using a knife, he pried it open and discovered a dusty ledger inside. Flipping through its pages, Tunde’s blood ran cold. The ledger detailed Olumide’s schemes—how he had poisoned Adakan, forged documents to claim his land, and bribed others to keep silent.

But before Tunde could celebrate his discovery, he heard a loud creak behind him. He froze, clutching the ledger tightly.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” a deep voice boomed.

Tunde turned slowly to see Olumide standing in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury. Tunde’s hands trembled as he clutched the ledger tightly against his chest.

Olumide’s silhouette loomed larger as he stepped closer, the dim light from the doorway casting long shadows across his face.

“What are you doing with that?” Olumide’s voice was cold and sharp, like a blade cutting through the silence.

Tunde swallowed hard, trying to summon courage. “I… I know the truth, Baba Olumide,” he stammered. “This ledger—it holds everything. You betrayed Adakan. You poisoned him and stole everything he had.”

Olumide’s expression darkened further, and for a moment, Tunde thought the elder might strike him. But instead, Olumide let out a low, bitter laugh.

“You think anyone will believe a boy like you over me? I’ve built this village with my hands. My name carries respect. What do you have? Nothing.”

Tunde’s mind raced. He knew Olumide was right—his word alone wouldn’t be enough to convince the villagers. But the ledger was proof, and he couldn’t let it go.

“You might be respected now,” Tunde said, his voice trembling but determined, “but the truth always finds a way. I’ll make sure everyone sees this.”

Olumide’s face twisted in anger. “You’re not going anywhere with that, boy!” he growled, lunging toward Tunde.

Instinct took over, and Tunde darted past him, clutching the ledger as he ran. His feet barely touched the ground as he bolted out of the compound and into the night. He didn’t dare look back, but he could hear Olumide shouting behind him.

“Stop him! Someone stop that boy!”

Tunde’s heart pounded in his chest as he zigzagged through the village, avoiding the main paths. The shadows of trees seemed to reach out for him, and every rustle of leaves made him jump.

He didn’t stop running until he reached Barara Aanu’s hut. He banged on the door frantically.

“Barara Aanu! Open up, please!”

The elder opened the door, his face creased with worry. “Tunde, what’s happened?”

Tunde stumbled inside, breathless, and thrust the ledger into Barara Aanu’s hands. “This is it—this is the proof. Olumide killed Adakan and stole everything.”

Barara Aanu’s eyes widened as he flipped through the ledger. He nodded grimly. “This is powerful evidence, Tunde. But you must understand—exposing Olumide will not be easy. His power runs deep, and there will be those who will try to silence you.”

“What do we do, Baba?” Tunde asked, desperation in his voice. “The spirit won’t rest until justice is done.”

Barara Aanu thought for a moment, then said, “We need the support of the villagers. If they see this ledger and hear the truth, they will stand with you. But it must be done carefully. Olumide is dangerous when cornered.”

The next day, Barara Aanu gathered the village elders and some respected members of the community under the guise of an important meeting. Tunde stood nervously by his side, the ledger hidden in a cloth bag. The crowd murmured with curiosity, wondering what the meeting was about.

When everyone was seated, Barara Aanu stepped forward.

“My people,” he began, “we are here to uncover a grave injustice that has lingered in our village for many years.”

The crowd fell silent as Barara Aanu explained the story of Adakan Laayi—his kindness, his mysterious death, and the whispers of betrayal that had followed. Then he turned to Tunde.

“This young man, through great courage, has uncovered the truth.”

Tunde stepped forward, his hands shaking as he held up the ledger. “This book,” he said, “proves that Olumide Beare is responsible for Adakan’s death. He poisoned him, stole his land, and lied to all of you.”

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. Olumide, who had come to the meeting unsuspectingly, shot to his feet.

“This is nonsense!” he shouted. “That boy is lying! He’s trying to ruin me!”

But Barara Aanu held up a hand. “We will let the ledger speak for itself.”

As Barara Aanu read aloud the entries detailing Olumide’s crimes, the crowd’s disbelief turned to outrage. Some villagers began to shout, demanding answers from Olumide. Others looked at him with disgust, realizing the man they respected had built his wealth on lies and betrayal.

Olumide’s face twisted in panic. “You don’t understand!” he yelled. “I did what I had to do! Adakan was weak—he didn’t deserve what he had!”

But the villagers were no longer listening. They turned their backs on him, leaving him standing alone in the center of the square.

As the crowd dispersed, Barara Aanu placed a hand on Tunde’s shoulder. “You’ve done well, Tunde. The spirit will be at peace now.”

That night, as Tunde lay in bed, he felt a calmness he hadn’t known in weeks. In his dreams, Adakan Connell’s spirit appeared one last time. This time, he looked at peace.

“Thank you, Tunde,” the spirit said with a gentle smile. “Because of you, I can rest. May your courage bring you blessings.”

And with that, the spirit faded into the light, leaving Tunde with a newfound sense of strength and purpose.

The villagers confronted Olumide about his crimes. Stripped of his respect and influence, he was banished from the village—a fate worse than death for a man so proud. His wealth and lands were redistributed to those who had been wronged, and Adakan’s name was cleared. His family was finally able to walk with their heads held high.

Tunde became a hero in the village. Though he had been afraid, he had faced his fear and stood up for the truth. Barara Aanu praised him, saying, “It takes great courage to right a wrong, especially when the stakes are high.”

The grave that Tunde had disrespected now became a place of honor. Villagers would leave flowers there, paying their respects to Adakan Connell’s memory.

And as for Tunde—he learned a lesson that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

 THE END