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👣 Chima the Orphan of the Moon

In the heart of Umuaka village, where the moon rose like a calabash of silver milk, there lived a boy named Chima, the son of no one and the child of everyone. His parents were taken by the great river when he was still crawling, and the villagers said, “The spirits have marked this one for something great.”

Chima grew under the watch of Mama Ugo, the old woman who sold roasted plantain by the roadside. He fetched water, swept the compound, and sang to the goats when the sun slept behind the hills. His voice was soft but powerful — like the wind that carries secrets through the palm trees.

Every evening, when the drums of the moon festival echoed across the land, Chima would sit by the fire, tapping on an empty calabash, singing songs that no one had taught him. The elders whispered, “He sings the tongue of his ancestors.”

One night, as the villagers gathered for the Feast of the Spirits, a traveling griot (story-singer) arrived, dressed in flowing cloth and carrying a kora that shimmered like gold. When he heard Chima’s song, he stopped.
“Boy,” he said, “where did you learn that melody?”

Chima smiled. “It came from the wind, sir. The wind that visits me when I am lonely.”

The griot looked to the sky. “That wind is your mother’s voice,” he said softly. “She was a great singer before the river took her.”

The griot took Chima on his journeys — from village to village, from moon to moon. Together they sang songs of love, loss, and hope. And wherever they went, the people danced, cried, and remembered.

Years passed, and Chima became a legend — Chima Nwa Mmụọ, the Son of the Spirits, who sang the language of the wind.

And when he sang under the moonlight, the elders would nod and say,

> “Even the orphan has a mother — if he listens closely to the song of his soul.”

You will go home and sleep well; I keep sighing in my sleep. Do you ever dream of me?
if you do tell me

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