Once upon a time in a small village where the hills stretched against the sky and where the streams were cool and clear, there lived a young pretty girl by the name Bisi.
Her father was a vegetable farmer and his wife sold the vegetables at the market.
Bisi had a brother who spent his days looking after goats in the fields.
They live a hard life. one day bisi's father got sick. At first, it was just a fever but it got worse when breathing became heavy, and his skin became spotted and burned like fire.
His wife gave him herbs but nothing changed. Bisi watched as her father's strength faded away, and every day her heart grew heavier.
One evening bisi went to the stream to fetch water. The sun was setting and the sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges.
Sitting at the edge of the stream, she placed the heavy water pot beside her and began to cry loudly. Her tears fell into the stream, mixing with the flowing water.
Her voice was soft, but the pain in her voice was strong. She cried and sang a sad song until it got quite dark and the stars appeared in the sky.
She became exhausted and she fell asleep under the big tree by the stream. When it was completely dark, something cold and smooth brushed her skin. Nafula felt Startled and she woke up.
She saw a dog sitting beside her and its fur glistening in the moonlight. Bisi screamed, jumped up and ran a few steps away. Her heart pounded in her chest.
But then she realized she had left her water pot by the stream. It was late, and her family needed the water, so she forced herself to go back to the stream.
As she reached for the pot, a soft voice stopped her.
"DONT BE AFRAID," The voice said
Bisi felt frozen and looked around but she saw no one.
"DOWN HERE," the voice said again.
Her eyes opened wide and dropped to the dog, and she realized with she was down.
Part 2
"You… you talk?" Bisi asked, her voice shaking. "Yes," the dog replied. "My name is Ogun. I heard you crying and wanted to help." Bisi was too shocked to move.
She had never heard of a dog that could talk. "Help? How can a dog help me?" she asked, still crouching by the water.
"I heard your song, and I felt your sadness," Ogun said, its voice calm and soft. "I have been lonely for a long time. I only ask for your company.
If you sing for me each time you come to fetch water, I will give you something in return." Bisi stared at the dog, unsure of what to say. "What could you give me?" she finally asked.
Ogun sat closer and set a small calabash beside her. "Every time you sing for me, you will find this calabash filled with money when you return home."
Bisi felt her chest tighten. Money. They needed money for her father's medicine, but could she really trust a dog? She stood up quickly, shaking her head.
"I don't want your money," she said, her voice trembling. She picked up her pot and hurried home.
That night, when Bisi reached her house, she found her father's condition had worsened.
His breathing was shallow, and he could barely open his eyes.
Her mother sat by his side, looking more tired than ever. Bisi knew then that they needed money urgently, or they would lose him.
The next day, with her heart heavy, Bisi returned to the stream. After fetching water, she sat under the tree again.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to sing the same sad song. Her voice floated over the water, and soon enough, she heard the rustling of leaves.
Ogun emerged from the shadows. "You came back," the dog said, almost sounding pleased. "I need the money," Bisi said quietly, her eyes fixed on the ground.
"For my father's medicine." Ogun nodded its head slowly. "Then take the calabash," it said. "It will be full by the time you return home.
" Bisi picked up the calabash and went home, her heart pounding. When she opened it, she almost screamed.
The small calabash was full of cash—enough to pay for her father's medicine and more.
Her hands shook as she showed her mother, explaining that she had found a job working for the queen as a maid.
Her mother believed her, and with the money, they bought the medicine her father needed.
His health slowly improved, and for the first time in weeks, there was hope in their home. But the visits to the stream continued.
Every day after fetching water, Bisi would sit under the tree and sing for Ogun. Every evening when she returned home, the calabash would be filled with money.
Her family stopped asking questions, but they wondered how she had found such a good job. One day, however, her father's health took a sudden turn for the worse.
He grew sicker than ever, and the medicine they had was no longer enough. They needed more, and they needed it fast.
The next evening, Bisi went to the stream, her heart heavy with worry. After she sang, Ogun emerged as usual, its eyes watching her closely.
Bisi swallowed hard and said, "I need more money. My father's health is getting worse." Ogun was silent for a moment, then it spoke.
"I can give you more, but for that, you must do something for me." Bisi frowned. "What do you want?" The dog moved closer, its eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"You must let me sleep with you," it said, its voice soft but firm. Bisi's heart stopped. She had never expected this. She had thought they were friends.
How could it ask this of her? She was a virgin, and the idea of lying with a dog terrified her. She shook her head, unable to speak at first. "I can't," she whispered.
...By storytimedelights.
Part 3
Written by stirytimedelights
But then she thought of her father, lying sick at home, struggling to breathe. She had no other choice.
Her father needed the money, and without it, he would die. Tears filled her eyes as she nodded. "I'll do it," she said.
Ogun slinked back into the shadows, and when it returned, it gave Bisi a larger calabash. "Tomorrow night," it said, "come back, and we will seal our agreement."
The next night, Bisi prepared herself. She went to the stream, her legs trembling, dread sinking into her stomach.
She sat under the tree, waiting for the darkness to fall. When night came, Ogun appeared, its body lithe and sleek.
Slowly, it crept toward her, and Bisi clenched her fists, biting her lip to keep from crying out. It was painful, and tears ran down her cheeks as the dog curled up beside her, its weight pressing heavily against her.
When it was over, Bisi gathered her clothes and ran home, tears streaming down her face. The large calabash was waiting for her, full of money, but this time, the price felt much too high.
She cried all the way home, feeling ashamed and dirty. She had done something she never imagined she would do, and for what? Money? Her father's life? But the guilt weighed on her, and the tears wouldn't stop.
When she got home, her mother was sitting outside peeling yams for dinner. "Bisi, are you all right?" her mother asked, her face lined with worry. "I'm fine, Mama," Bisi said, forcing a smile.
She didn't want to worry her mother more than she already was. "I just had a long day." She slipped into her room and lay on her mat, curling into herself.
That night, she didn't sleep. She kept thinking about what had happened at the stream, about Ogun and how she had let it take advantage of her.
Her father's health was improving, but at what cost? She felt trapped, like she had sold her soul for a handful of coins.
Days turned into weeks, and her father got better. He could
Part 4
So the next evening, he decided to follow her. He didn't tell anyone, not even their mother.
He just watched as Bisi left the house with her water pot, and then he quietly followed her through the trees, staying out of sight. Bisi didn't notice him.
She walked to the stream as usual, set down her pot, and sat under the tree. Dele crouched behind a large rock, peeking out just enough to see what his sister was doing.
Bisi started to sing, her voice soft and sad. It was the same song she always sang when she was upset—the same one their mother used to sing.
Dele watched her closely, but nothing seemed unusual. Maybe she was just sad. Maybe that was all.
But then, as the sun began to set and the sky turned dark, Dele heard Bisi speaking.
"Please," Bisi said, her voice low, "take it easy tonight. I'm tired." Dele frowned.
Who was she talking to? He peeked around the rock, his eyes wide with curiosity.
That's when he saw it—a large, dark dog was stepping out from the bushes, moving towards Bisi. Dele's heart pounded in his chest as he watched, frozen in place.
Bisi didn't look scared. She sat there, her legs slightly open, and the dog settled beside her, its body winding against hers.
Dele couldn't believe what he was seeing. His sister was lying with a dog. He couldn't keep quiet any longer.
He screamed—a loud, piercing scream that echoed through the trees.
Bisi jumped up, startled. The dog growled and quickly disappeared into the bushes, melting into the shadows.
Bisi's heart raced as she looked around, her eyes landing on Dele, who was staring at her with wide, terrified eyes.
"Dele!" Bisi shouted, her voice shaking. "What are you doing here?" Dele's face was pale.
"What… what were you doing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He was trembling, his eyes still wide with fear.
Bisi felt like she was going to faint. She didn't know what to say. How could she explain this?
How could she tell her little brother that she had been lying with a dog for money? "Dele, listen to me," she said, stepping towards him, her hands shaking.
"I can explain." But Dele didn't wait to hear the rest. He turned and ran, his small feet kicking up dust as he raced back home.
Bisi stood there, frozen, tears streaming down her face.
She had kept this secret for so long, but now… Bisi stood by the stream, paralyzed with fear and shame as her brother's footsteps faded into the distance. She could barely breathe.
Her secret, the terrible deal she had made with Ogun, was no longer hidden. Dele knew.
What would he tell their parents? What would happen to their family now? Heart pounding, Bisi grabbed her water pot and ran home as fast as she could.
When she arrived, Dele was nowhere to be found. Her mother was sitting by their father's bedside, unaware of what had just transpired.
"Bisi, is everything all right?" her mother asked, noticing her daughter's flushed face and trembling hands.
Bisi opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She couldn't tell her mother the truth.
Not now. Not ever.
She forced a nod and rushed to her room, her mind racing. What would she do? How could she fix this? Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Bisi crept to Dele's room.
He was sitting on his mat, his small face still pale and wide-eyed with shock.
He looked up at her, his expression filled with a mixture of confusion and fear.
"Dele, please listen to me," Bisi whispered, kneeling beside him. "I can explain." Dele didn't speak at first.
He just stared at her, his eyes glistening with tears. "Why, Bisi?" he finally whispered. "Why were you with that dog? What are you doing?" Bisi's heart broke at the pain in her brother's voice.
She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I didn't want to, Dele," she said softly. "I did it for Papa… to save him."
Dele frowned, his small brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?" Bisi's voice shook as she explained everything—the deal with Ogun, the nights at the stream, the money that had saved their father.
"It was the only way, Dele. I didn't know what else to do." Dele stared at her in disbelief. "But, Bisi… it's wrong. You can't keep doing this."
Tears filled Bisi's eyes. "I know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But if I stop… Ogun said Papa would get sick again. I don't know how to stop."
For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of the truth hanging heavily between them. Then, to Bisi's surprise, Dele reached out and took her hand.
"We'll find a way," he said quietly. "We can't let Ogun control you anymore. We'll find a way to stop him." Bisi looked at her brother, her heart swelling with gratitude.
She didn't know how they would fight Ogun, but for the first time in weeks, she felt a glimmer of hope. She wasn't alone anymore.
Written by storytimedelights
Part 5
The next day, Dele insisted they go to speak with an elder in their village.
The elder, a wise old woman named Nneka, had a reputation for knowing the secrets of the land and its spirits.
Bisi hesitated at first, terrified of what Ogun might do if he found out, but Dele was determined.
"We have to try," he said. "We can't let him hurt you anymore." With a heavy heart, Bisi agreed.
They arrived at Nneka's hut, tucked away at the edge of the village. The old woman sat outside, her eyes sharp and knowing as they approached.
"I've been expecting you, child," Nneka said, her voice low and gravelly.
"I heard whispers of Ogun's tricks." Bisi and Dele exchanged a glance, startled by the elder's words.
Bisi knelt before Nneka, her voice trembling.
"Please, Nneka, I need your help. I made a deal with Ogun, and now I don't know how to break it." Nneka nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing.
"Ogun is clever, and once he has a hold on you, it's not easy to escape.
But there is a way." She paused, studying Bisi's face.
"You must be brave, child. It will not be easy." Bisi swallowed hard. "I'll do anything." Nneka's expression softened slightly.
"Ogun thrives on fear and desperation. The more you give in to him, the more power he has over you.
To break the curse, you must return to the stream one final time.
But this time, you will not sing. You will refuse him." Bisi's heart pounded in her chest.
"What will happen if I refuse?" "Ogun will become angry, very angry," Nneka said. "He may try to harm you.
But you must stand your ground. If you can resist him, his power over you will break.
But you cannot show fear, even when he threatens you." Dele squeezed Bisi's hand tightly, his face determined.
"We'll do it together." That night, Bisi and Dele returned to the stream.
The moon was full, casting long shadows over the water. ...
As instructed by the Nneka, bisi visited the stream and immediately ogun came out to meet her as usual.
Immediately Bisi saw him she she boldly shouted
No. You don't control me anymore." Ogun growled, baring its teeth, its body rippling with anger.
"You dare defy me?" Bisi's heart raced, but she stood her ground. "I do." Ogun lunged at her, its sharp teeth snapping in the air.
Bisi stumbled back, fear gripping her, but she remembered Nneka's words. She couldn't show fear. "I'm not afraid of you," she said, her voice rising.
Ogun growled again, its body coiling as it prepared to strike, but something strange began to happen.
The air around the stream grew cold, and the ground beneath Bisi's feet started to tremble.
Ogun's eyes flickered with panic as it tried to lash out, but its form began to blur, its body growing weaker.
Bisi stood tall, refusing to flinch. Dele stepped out from his hiding place, standing beside his sister.
"You're nothing without our fear," Bisi said, her voice strong. With one final shout with boldness, I'm not afraid of you, you can't control me anymore. Bisi screamed, and Ogun's body collapsed into the shadows, disappearing into the night. Bisi fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. It was over.
The curse was broken. Dele knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around her. "We did it, Bisi.
It's over." Together, they walked back home, the weight of the past weeks lifting from Bisi's shoulders.
She didn't know what the future would hold, but for the first time in a long time, she felt free.
And in the quiet of the night, the stream flowed peacefully, as if the spirit of Ogun had never existed.
From that day forward, Bisi could no longer go to the stream. Her secret was out, and her family watched her closely.
They prayed for her, but the bond with Ogun was not easily broken.
Each night, Bisi could feel the dog calling to her, whispering in her dreams, reminding her of the deal they had made.
But Bisi had already made up her mind not to visit ogun again because she now felt happy and secured.
Bisi thought her father's health would go worse again but to her great surprise her father's health improved more and more.
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