Omah Empire

Make I advice Una 😂😂if you never ready to craze no do business ooo

Okay let me tell you why😂

Today I went to the market so I selected plenty new set of nails and polish and I called the sales girl to calculate my bills for me

The girl finished calculating and said my money is 15k😂😂😂meanwhile I carried 8k to the market I had to recalculate to make sure she was not cheating me

lol and behold her calculation was correct😂😂😂i immediately started shouting pack all the nails keep it back she was like okay let’s give you for 500 each I kept shouting pack all of them 😂😂😂😂

Finally my bill became 7k😂😂

Well make una patronize me🥲make I fit get money go market again 😂

This is the story of a young girl who grew up surrounded by boys—the only daughter in an Igbo family of four children.

Her name was Chioma.

From the outside, Chioma seemed like the luckiest girl in the world. People looked at her family and admired what they saw. She had three brothers, a mother, a home, and everything that made people believe she was well taken care of.

“Chioma is lucky,” they would say.

“She is the only girl. She must be spoiled.”

“She has three brothers to protect her.”

If only they knew.

If only people understood that sometimes, the life they envied was the very life the person living it wished they could escape from.

But people rarely see what happens behind closed doors. They believe what you allow them to see, and Chioma had become very good at giving people exactly what they wanted to see.

A smile.

Chioma was known as a cheerful girl. She smiled almost everywhere she went. She laughed easily, talked to people, and carried herself like someone who had nothing to worry about.

To many people, she was simply a happy girl.

But happiness was sometimes just a mask.

When the house became quiet and everyone had gone to sleep, Chioma’s smile disappeared. The laughter faded, and the little girl who had spent the entire day pretending to be fine would finally allow herself to cry.

Sometimes, she cried quietly so nobody would hear.

Sometimes, she cried herself to sleep.

And sometimes, she didn’t even know exactly why she was crying. She only knew that something inside her hurt.

A Quick Introduction

Chioma — The only daughter and third child of the family.

Ebuka — The first son and eldest child.

Daniel — The second son.

Miracle — The last born and youngest son of the family.

Now, back to Chioma’s story.

Chioma was loved by many people—or at least, that was what it looked like from the outside. She could talk to almost anyone, and people generally liked being around her.

But despite knowing many people, Chioma never really had a true friend.

She had people to laugh with.

People to talk to.

People who knew her name.

But she didn’t have anyone she felt completely safe enough to tell everything to.

And there was something even deeper that nobody knew.

Chioma had never truly felt loved.

Not in the way she desperately wanted to be loved.

As a child, she couldn’t explain the feeling. She was too young to understand why she constantly felt like she wasn’t enough. She only knew that something was missing.

She wanted someone who would choose her.

Someone who would listen to her without judging her.

Someone who would protect her instead of making her feel like she needed protection from them.

Someone who would look at her and make her believe, “You are loved. You are enough. You matter.”

So, as she grew older, Chioma began searching for that love everywhere.

She searched for it in friendships.

She searched for it in people.

She searched for it in the smallest acts of kindness.

And eventually, she would begin searching for it in places where she probably shouldn’t have had to look for it in the first place.

But it all started at home.

Growing up as the only girl in an Igbo family was not easy for Chioma.

Being the only daughter came with expectations.

She was expected to help around the house.

She was expected to know how to cook.

Clean.

Serve.

Take care of things.

And somehow, she was expected to understand everything simply because she was a girl.

Whenever something went wrong in the house, Chioma often found herself being blamed first.

If something was missing, they asked Chioma.

If something wasn’t done properly, they called Chioma.

If her brothers did something wrong, somehow, Chioma could still find herself in trouble.

And then there were her brothers.

Instead of always being the protectors people imagined brothers would be, they could be the very people Chioma feared.

They fought with her.

They beat her.

And whenever she complained, she didn’t always receive the comfort she hoped for.

Sometimes, her mother would tell her that she was too stubborn and that her brothers had every reason to discipline her.

So Chioma learned something very early in life:

If she wanted to survive, she had to become strong.

But the truth was that she didn’t want to be strong all the time.

She wanted to be a little girl.

She wanted to cry and have someone wipe her tears.

She wanted to make mistakes without feeling like the whole world was against her.

She wanted to be corrected without being humiliated.

She wanted her mother to hold her.

She wanted her brothers to love her without hurting her.

She wanted to feel like home was the safest place in the world.

Instead, Chioma slowly learned how to hide her pain.

She learned how to smile after crying.

She learned how to laugh when she was hurting.

She learned how to say, “I’m fine,” even when she wasn’t.

And perhaps the saddest part was that everyone believed her.

They saw the smile.

They heard the laughter.

They saw the girl who appeared strong and stubborn.

But nobody stopped long enough to ask:

“Chioma, are you really okay?”

So she grew up carrying wounds that nobody could see.

She was surrounded by people, yet she felt alone.

She was loved by many, yet she didn’t feel loved.

And while everyone admired the little girl with the beautiful smile, nobody knew that behind that smile was a child quietly begging to be loved.

This was only the beginning of Chioma’s story.

Because sometimes, the happiest-looking people are carrying stories nobody would ever imagine.

And Chioma’s story was far from over.

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