One peaceful morning, the sound of a powerful engine broke the silence of a poor neighborhood. A shiny black luxury SUV stopped right in front of a small, old house. Neighbors looked through their windows.
“Who could they be looking for here?” they whispered.
Then the car door opened. Men in expensive suits stepped out, and they asked one question.
“Is this where the waitress named Ajimka lives?”
Join us as we delve into this powerful story of kindness and unexpected reward.
Ajimka’s day always started before sunrise. By 3:00 a.m., she was already awake. Rain had fallen through the night. Water dripped from the roof again, drop by drop. She sat up quietly, placed a bucket under the leak, and shifted her mat to a dry corner.
She lay back down and stared at the ceiling.
“This roof again,” she murmured.
It had become her routine. Every rainy night brought the same struggle. She had been saving little by little to fix it, but her pay was too small. Still, she held on to one thought.
“This month, I will complete it.”
By morning, she was already at the roadside restaurant where she worked as a waitress.
The place was loud as usual. Plates hit tables, customers called out, and orders flew everywhere.
“Ajimka, table three is waiting!” her boss shouted.
“I’m coming, Ma,” she replied quickly.
She moved fast, carrying plates from one table to another.
That morning, an old man stood in front of the roadside restaurant. In his hand, he held an empty plastic plate. He stood by the entrance, looking in as the waitresses moved quickly from table to table, carrying food.
His eyes followed them one after another, hoping someone would notice him, but no one did. Some customers saw him, then quickly looked away. Others kept eating as if he was not there at all.
The man swallowed hard and tightened his grip on the plate. Still, he did not leave.
Not long after, Madame Agatha, the owner of the restaurant, stepped out and saw him. She was known in the area as a very harsh woman, someone who did not tolerate anything that could disturb her business. People also said she was ruthless when it came to her restaurant.
As soon as she saw the old man standing there, her face changed immediately. Without saying a word, she picked up a bowl of cold water and walked quickly toward him.
“What are you doing here, dirty old man?” she said sharply. “Do you want to scare my customers away?”
The man tried to speak, his voice low and unsteady.
“Please, I just want something to eat.”
“Leave now,” she cut in, “or you will regret ever coming here.”
The man stood still for a moment, his fingers shaking slightly around the plate. It looked like he wanted to beg, but the words would not come out.
Just then, Ajimka came out from the kitchen holding a tray of food. She heard the raised voice and turned to look. Her steps slowed.
Before she could fully understand what was happening, Madame Agatha poured the cold water on the man’s head. The water ran down his face and soaked his clothes. The man bent his head, his shoulders dropping.
Ajimka stopped where she was. The tray in her hands suddenly felt heavy.
For a second, the whole place went quiet. Everyone turned to look. Some people laughed. Others just watched.
Ajimka felt anger rise inside her, but she stayed quiet. Her fingers tightened around the tray. She wanted to say something, anything. But she remained silent. She knew Madame Agatha too well. One wrong move, and she would be out of that job.
As the old man turned to leave, his steps slow and weak, he paused for a brief moment. Then slowly, he looked back. His eyes met Ajimka’s.
There was something in that look. Not anger, not even pain. Something deeper. Something she could not explain.
Ajimka held his gaze, her heart uneasy. Then he turned and walked away.
Madame Agatha adjusted her wrapper and went back to her seat as if nothing had happened.
“Why are you standing there?” she snapped. “Go and serve the food.”
Ajimka and the other waitresses moved quickly, but her mind continued to replay what had happened.
That evening after work, Ajimka was walking home slowly. Her legs were tired from a long day at work. As she walked, she saw someone sitting by the roadside.
At first, she did not pay much attention, but after a few steps, she slowed down. Something felt familiar. She looked again, this time more carefully. As she moved closer, she narrowed her eyes. Then she stopped.
It was him, the same old man from the restaurant that morning.
He was sitting on the pavement, holding his plastic plate. His head was low. He looked even weaker than before.
Ajimka stood across the road for a moment. Then she looked away and continued walking, but her steps became slow. Her mind would not rest.
She remembered how he had stood at the restaurant in the morning, how the water had been poured on him, how he had said nothing.
She held her handbag tighter. Inside it was the little money she had left, the only money she planned to use to cook something for herself.
She took a few more steps. Then she stopped again.
She spoke under her breath, almost as if she was arguing with herself.
“If I reduce the ingredients I want to buy for the soup, I’ll cook this evening. The soup will still come out fine.”
She shook her head.
“No, things are already hard.”
She walked again, then stopped. She closed her eyes briefly.
“But I will soon collect my salary. It won’t hurt if I manage for a while.”
She turned. This time, she walked back. Her steps were faster now. She had made up her mind.
“If I leave him like this, I will not be at peace,” she said quietly.
As she got close to where he had been sitting, she slowed down. Then she stopped.
The spot was empty.
She looked around. She turned left, then right.
“Where did he go now?”
She took a few steps forward, stretching her neck, trying to see if he was nearby, but the road was already getting dark. People were passing, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.
She stood still for a moment. Then she let out a quiet breath.
“God, I hope he finds something to eat tonight.”
She looked once more, just in case. Nothing.
Slowly, she turned and continued her walk home.
The next morning, Ajimka arrived at work early. She tied her apron and went straight to work. But her mind was not there.
As she carried plates from one table to another, her thoughts kept going back to the old man, whose name was Ogbon. The way he stood there. The way he said nothing. The way he looked at her before leaving.
Even as customers spoke to her, she had to force herself to listen.
“Waitress, my drink,” one man said.
“Yes, sir,” she replied quickly, snapping back.
She moved faster, trying to keep up, but deep down, something would not settle.
By afternoon, it was time for lunch break. The staff usually gathered at the back to eat. Ajimka stood up slowly. Then something came to her mind. She turned and went straight to the kitchen.
The cook, a middle-aged woman, was serving food into plates.
“Ajimka, come and take your food,” the woman said.
Ajimka hesitated for a second.
“Please, can you help me pack mine in a takeaway plate?”
The cook stopped and looked at her.
“Takeaway? Why?”
Ajimka forced a small smile.
“It’s just a personal reason.”
The cook narrowed her eyes slightly.
“You, this girl. What are you up to?”
“Nothing, Ma. Please just help me,” Ajimka said softly.
The cook shook her head.
“Okay.”
She packed the food and handed it to her.
“Thank you, Ma,” Ajimka said quickly.
She took the food, placed it inside a small nylon bag, and stepped out of the kitchen. Her eyes moved around carefully.
She walked to a table close to the exit and bent down, pretending to clean it. Quietly, she slipped the nylon bag under the table. Then she picked up a hand towel and started wiping the surface of the table. Her eyes kept moving, watching, waiting.
Customers talked quietly at their tables. Waitresses moved up and down, carrying plates from one side to another. Madame Agatha sat in her usual spot, watching everything like she always did.
Ajimka wiped the table slowly, trying to delay.
“Not now. Not yet,” she said softly to herself.
Then suddenly, Madame Agatha’s voice rang out.
“Who served this food?”
The room went quiet. People turned to look. One waitress stood still, confused.
“Ma?”
“Come here,” Madame Agatha said sharply.
Immediately, all attention shifted to them. Ajimka froze for a second. Then she saw it.
This was her chance.
Without wasting time, she bent quickly, picked up the nylon bag, and straightened up. She walked calmly at first, then faster, then faster.
Within seconds, she was out of the restaurant.
The hot afternoon air hit her face. She held the nylon bag tight.
“I hope he is there today,” she said under her breath.
Her steps became quicker. She turned the corner. Her eyes searched ahead. She slowed down slightly and stretched her neck, looking.
Nothing.
She moved forward again. Maybe he was just out of sight.
She kept going. Her eyes scanned both sides of the road.
Still nothing.
When she got to the exact spot where she had seen him the previous day, she stopped.
He was not there.
She stood still. Her shoulders dropped a little. She looked left, then right.
No sign of him.
She let out a deep breath.
“So all this effort wasted just like that,” she said.
For a moment, she felt tired. Not just in her body, but in her heart.
She turned slowly, about to leave. Then she paused.
Something caught her attention across the road on the other side. She narrowed her eyes. There was someone sitting there.
She looked again carefully. Her eyes widened slightly.
“That’s him.”
Without wasting time, she looked left and right and crossed the road quickly. As she got closer, she slowed down.
It was him.
Ogbon was still holding that same plastic plate, still looking weak.
Ajimka walked up to him.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said gently.
The man looked up. Their eyes met again. This time, he did not look away.
Ajimka stretched out her hand and gave him the nylon bag.
“Please take this.”
Ogbon looked at the nylon bag, then at her. He did not collect it immediately.
“For me?” he asked slowly.
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s food.”
He still did not take it.
“Why?” he asked.
Ajimka blinked.
“Why? What?”
“Why are you giving me this?” he asked again.
Ajimka shifted slightly.
“I saw what happened yesterday,” she said. “What my madam did. I felt very bad.”
She paused for a second.
“But I could not say anything. If I had spoken, I would have lost my job immediately.”
Ogbon kept looking at her, his eyes steady. No reaction.
Ajimka continued, her voice a bit faster now.
“This is my lunch, but I’m sure you need it more than I do. I will find a way to sort myself out.”
She stretched the nylon bag closer to him.
“Please, just take it.”
This time, Ogbon slowly reached out and collected it, but his eyes did not leave her face.
“You may not eat this afternoon because of this,” he said.
Ajimka gave a small, quick smile.
“I will be fine.”
There was a brief silence. Then he spoke again.
“What if helping me brings you trouble?”
Ajimka was caught off guard. She frowned slightly.
“Do not worry about me,” she said. “Right now, you need to eat.”
Ogbon nodded slowly, as if he was noting something.
Ajimka glanced back toward the road. Her eyes widened.
“I need to go,” she said quickly. “They will start looking for me.”
She took a step back, then another.
“Please eat it before it gets cold.”
Ogbon said nothing. He only watched her.
Ajimka turned and began to move fast, her steps quick, almost running. Her heart beat loudly in her chest.
“I hope nobody noticed,” she muttered.
She reached the restaurant and slowed down. She adjusted her face, took a breath, then stepped inside.
Everything was still busy. Voices. Movement. Madame Agatha was still talking to the waitress from earlier.
Just as Ajimka walked back into the restaurant, she straightened her apron and tried to calm her breathing.
A voice stopped her.
“Ajimka.”
She froze. Slowly, she turned.
It was Azuka, one of the waitresses. She stood by a table with her arms folded, a slight unfriendly smile on her face.
Azuka looked at Ajimka for a moment, then her eyes dropped to her hands. They were empty.
“Where are you coming from?” she asked.
Ajimka hesitated.
“Nowhere,” she said.
Azuka moved a little closer.
“Nowhere,” she repeated.
Her voice was calm, but there was something firm in it.
“I saw you. You stepped out with a nylon bag during the break,” she said.
She paused, then looked at her again.
“So, where is it now?”
Azuka looked straight into her eyes. Then she added, her voice lowering slightly.
“You should remember something, Ajimka.”
She leaned in just a little closer. There was a long silence. Then she spoke.
“Just so you know, I have my eyes on you.”
Ajimka did not respond. She only stood there still.
“Any small mistake you make, I will make sure you suffer for it,” Azuka said.
Ajimka’s chest felt heavy for a moment, but she did not show it.
There was a brief silence between them. Then Azuka stepped back, picked up a tray, and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Azuka had never liked Ajimka.
From the very beginning, something about Ajimka annoyed her. Ajimka was always praised for her hard work. Customers liked her. They smiled at her. Some even gave her tips.
That used to be Azuka. She used to be the one everyone noticed, the one customers liked. But since Ajimka started working at the restaurant, things had changed. Now it felt like she had been pushed aside.
She did not like it at all. She resented Ajimka for stealing her spotlight.
Ajimka stood there for a moment. Then she picked up her tray and went back to work. She chose not to think about what had just happened. She was just glad she had not been caught giving the man food.
Later that night, after Ajimka returned home, her body felt weak from the long day at work. The room was quiet.
As she sat on the mat, she heard something. A low rumbling sound came from the sky. She paused. She looked up at the ceiling.
Another sound followed, louder this time.
Rumble.
Ajimka closed her eyes for a moment.
“No,” she whispered.
Her heart dropped. She already knew what was coming.
Not long after, the rain started. At first, it was light. Then it grew heavier, then louder.
Within minutes, water started leaking through the roof.
Ajimka stood up quickly.
“Not today,” she said under her breath.
She rushed to the leaking spots and placed bowls underneath so the water could drip into them. Water kept coming in from different spots.
She sat on her mat and sighed deeply.
“Once I get paid by the end of this month, I will add it to the money I’ve saved and fix this roof. I will fix everything. All these leaks must stop.”
Then suddenly, she heard another sound behind her.
She turned. Her eyes widened.
Water had started falling right where her mat was.
She bent down and moved the mat to another part of the room where there was no leakage. She stood in the middle of the room, looking around at bowls everywhere and water on the floor.
It was frustrating.
The next morning at the restaurant started like any other day. Noise. Movement. Customers placing orders.
Ajimka worked quietly.
When it was time for lunch break again, she walked to the kitchen. The cook was already serving food to the workers.
“Ajimka, come and take your food,” the cook said.
Ajimka walked closer and whispered.
“Please, Ma. Can you serve mine in a takeaway?”
The cook stopped and looked at her.
“Again?” she asked.
Her eyes narrowed.
“You did the same thing yesterday. Why?”
Ajimka forced a small smile.
“It’s just something personal, Ma.”
The cook sighed.
“Okay.”
She packed the food into a takeaway plate and handed it to her.
“Thank you, Ma,” Ajimka said quickly.
She took it and left.
Ajimka placed the food in a nylon bag and waited until everyone was distracted as usual before stepping out of the restaurant.
Outside, the sun was hot. Ajimka walked fast, her eyes searching as she got closer to the usual spot.
She saw him, Ogbon.
But something was not right.
He was not sitting upright like before. His body looked weak. His head was low.
Ajimka moved closer.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said.
Ogbon lifted his head slowly.
“Good afternoon,” he replied.
His voice was weak.
Ajimka frowned.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He shook his head slowly.
“I’m not feeling well, my daughter.”
Her face changed.
“What is wrong?” she asked.
Ogbon sighed.
“My body is hot. I feel very weak.”
Ajimka quickly handed him the food.
“Please eat this first.”
He collected it slowly.
“Thank you, my daughter,” he said.
Ajimka watched him for a moment. Then she asked,
“Have you taken any medicine?”
Ogbon shook his head.
“No. I don’t have money for that.”
Ajimka went quiet. She drifted into deep thought. She looked at him again.
“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asked.
“Just since this morning,” he replied.
Ajimka pressed her lips together.
“This is not good,” she said softly.
She stood there thinking. Then she spoke again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll try to see what I can do.”
Ogbon looked at her, but he said nothing.
Ajimka turned and began to walk back. Her steps were slower now. Her mind was heavy.
“The only money I have,” she thought, “is the money I’ve been saving to fix my roof.”
She remembered the rainy night, the water, the bowls.
“If I touch that money, I certainly will not be able to fix the roof this month.”
She paused for a moment. Then another thought came.
“But if I don’t help him…”
She looked back slightly.
“His condition may get worse.”
Ajimka closed her eyes briefly as she continued walking.
As she got to the restaurant, she picked up a tray and began to serve customers.
“Your food, sir.”
“Thank you, Ma.”
But her mind was not there.
“I have to do something,” she said to herself. “I cannot leave him like that.”
After some time, she walked toward Madame Agatha.
“Ma,” she said.
Madame Agatha looked at her.
“What is it?”
Ajimka had come to seek permission to leave work before 5:00 p.m., using a believable excuse so Madame Agatha would agree. Madame Agatha asked her a few questions, looking at her closely as she spoke.
After listening carefully, she finally nodded.
“All right,” she said. “You can go.”
Ajimka quickly thanked her and left without wasting time.
She left the restaurant and hurried back to where Ogbon was.
“Sir,” she called gently.
He looked up.
“I want to take you somewhere,” she said. “Can you stand?”
Ogbon tried, but he struggled.
Ajimka quickly held his arm.
“Slowly. I am here.”
Step by step, she helped him. They walked to a small pharmacy nearby.
Inside, the pharmacist looked at them.
“What is the problem?” he asked.
Ajimka spoke.
“He is not feeling well. Please check him.”
The pharmacist nodded. After a quick check, he looked serious.
“He is down with a fever,” he said.
Ajimka’s heart dropped.
“I’ll prescribe some medications for him to use, and he will be fine,” the pharmacist said.
“How much?” she asked.
The pharmacist mentioned the amount.
Ajimka went silent.
It was a lot.
She slowly reached into her bag and brought out her debit card. The money on it was the money she had saved for the roof.
She stood still for a moment, then handed over the card.
Not long after, the pharmacist gave them some medicines. The pharmacist stepped back after attending to him.
“He will be fine,” he said.
Ajimka nodded.
“Okay, sir. Thank you.”
She turned to Ogbon and helped him up. Step by step, she helped him out of the pharmacy.
“Where did you get this money?” he asked.
Ajimka looked at him.
“I have been saving,” she said. “For my leaking roof.”
Ogbon frowned slightly.
“Then why use it on me?”
Ajimka took a small breath.
“Because I cannot watch something bad happen to you,” she said.
There was silence.
Ogbon looked at her for a long time. Then he spoke.
“Thank you. You are very kind, my daughter.”
His voice was low.
“But this is too much.”
Ajimka shook her head.
“It is fine.”
After getting him to his usual spot, she stood up.
“I have to go now,” she said. “Please take your medicine.”
Ogbon nodded.
“I will. Thank you once again.”
Ajimka gave a small nod. Then she turned and began to leave.
Behind her, Ogbon watched her go silently, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about something far beyond that moment.
And without knowing it, Ajimka had just made a decision that would soon change her life forever.
The next day, during lunch break, Ajimka held her small takeaway food again. She looked around carefully. Then she tiptoed out of the restaurant.
“I will be quick,” she thought to herself.
She walked fast. Her mind was only on Ogbon.
But she did not know that Azuka was watching her all along.
From inside the restaurant, Azuka saw her leave. She waited a few seconds. Then she quietly followed her from a distance. She stayed behind walls and behind trees, making sure Ajimka did not notice her.
Ajimka reached the usual place. Ogbon was there, sitting weakly. She moved closer quickly.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted.
Ogbon looked up.
“Good afternoon, my daughter,” he replied.
His voice was better than the day before, but still weak.
Ajimka smiled a little.
“You look better today,” she said.
He nodded.
“Yes, I am feeling a bit stronger now. All thanks to you.”
Ajimka shook her head.
“No, sir. God is the Almighty Healer, and He alone deserves all the praise.”
Ogbon looked at the food.
“You brought food again?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please eat.”
He collected it slowly.
“Thank you. What would I have done without you, my daughter?”
Not far away, Azuka was hiding behind a wall. She quietly raised her phone. Her hand was steady as she took pictures of Ajimka and the elderly man. She captured Ajimka handing the food over to him.
Her lips curved into a small smile.
“Ajimka, you are finished,” she whispered.
She did not stay longer. She turned and left quickly.
Then Ajimka checked her wristwatch.
“I have to go now,” she said.
Ogbon nodded.
“Thank you again.”
Ajimka gave a small smile and left.
When she got back to the restaurant, she picked up a table napkin and was about to start cleaning the table in front of her when someone stepped close to her.
It was Azuka.
Her face was calm. She leaned closer and spoke in a low voice.
“I have finally found your secret.”
Ajimka froze.
“What secret are you talking about?” she asked.
Azuka slowly opened her phone. She showed her the pictures.
Ajimka’s eyes widened slightly. She did not say anything.
Azuka leaned in again.
“So the same man Madame Agatha chased away is the same man you are feeding with her food, right?”
Fear gripped Ajimka immediately.
Azuka continued.
“So you are trying to show that you are better than Madame Agatha.”
Ajimka shook her head quickly.
“No, it is not like that.”
Azuka smiled faintly.
“Oh, really? I will tell her everything.”
Ajimka quickly held her hand.
“Please, Azuka, don’t do this.”
Her voice was low, almost begging.
“I’m just helping him. That is all.”
Azuka tilted her head slightly, a mischievous smile forming on her face. She looked at Ajimka and said,
“This help of yours will cost you your job.”
Ajimka’s eyes widened.
Azuka continued, still smiling.
“So you had better start thinking about how to help yourself now.”
Her tone was mocking, as if she was enjoying it.
Then she turned fully and walked away without looking back.
Ajimka stood still. Her heart dropped. She knew trouble was coming.
That evening after work, she quietly walked home. Her mind was not calm.
She kept thinking, “If Madame Agatha finds out, I am finished.”
She barely slept that night.
The next morning, she arrived early at work. She wanted to go and pick up her apron.
“Ajimka!”
A loud voice stopped her.
She turned slowly.
It was Madame Agatha. Her face was hard, and her eyes looked sharp.
“So you think you are better than me?” she asked.
Ajimka froze. She looked around. Other workers were already watching.
Madame Agatha stepped forward.
“You are the kind one, and I am the wicked one, right?” Madame Agatha asked, her voice rising.
She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on Ajimka.
“The same man I chased away from my restaurant is the same man you are taking my food to feed?”
Her voice turned sharp with anger.
Ajimka shook her head quickly.
“No, Ma. It is not like that.”
Madame Agatha laughed slightly.
“Not like that?”
She pointed at her.
“Come to think of it, that food you are sharing is still my food.”
Ajimka shivered as she pleaded.
“Ma, please, it was my lunch. I just—”
Madame Agatha cut her off.
“Your lunch?” she raised her voice. “Does the lunch not come from my kitchen?”
Silence fell in the restaurant. Only her voice was heard.
Madame Agatha took a step closer.
“Before I open and close my eyes, I want you out of here.”
Ajimka dropped to her knees immediately.
“Ma, please. I’m sorry. I did not mean any disrespect.”
But Madame Agatha did not listen. Her face was still hard. Then she turned her head.
Azuka stepped forward slowly.
“Yes, Ma.”
Madame Agatha pointed sharply to the kitchen.
“Go and get me a bucket of water,” she said to Azuka.
Her voice was hard.
The whole place went quiet again. Even the customers stopped eating. Nobody spoke.
Azuka turned and went inside.
Ajimka looked up quickly.
“Ma, please,” she said again, her voice shaking. “I’m begging you.”
Madame Agatha raised her hand.
“Shut up.”
Her voice was cold.
“I will count from one to five.”
Her eyes were fixed on Ajimka.
“If you are still here when I finish counting…”
She paused. Then she turned her head slightly toward Azuka.
“Bring the water.”
Azuka came back quickly, holding a bucket of water.
Ajimka saw it, and her eyes widened. Her body moved back a little. She quickly picked up her bag and ran out of the restaurant.
That was how Ajimka lost her job.
She quietly walked home. No salary. No work. The hope of fixing her roof was dashed.
Her eyes were red, but she did not cry. She lay quietly alone in her room.
Later in the afternoon, she stood up. Then suddenly, her mind went back.
She remembered Ogbon, the elderly man. She remembered how he said he had no money for medicine.
“What if he has not eaten?” she whispered to herself.
She went into the small kitchen area to cook a small pot of rice. When the rice was ready, she served herself a small portion on a plate. She ate just a few spoons, then packed the rest into a takeaway.
She went to the usual place, and when she got there, she discovered that Ogbon was not there. She scanned the surroundings and looked across the road. He was nowhere in sight.
She found a locked shop with a bench in front of it and sat there to wait, hoping he might be around.
Still no sign of him.
She waited for about ten minutes and stood up.
“Where did he go?” she asked herself.
As she walked home, her mind was full.
“I hope his condition has not gotten worse. I hope nothing bad happened to him.”
Over the next few days, Ajimka walked around looking for a new job. Her roof was still leaking. Her savings were running out, but she kept trying.
One morning, a shiny black SUV stopped in front of Mama Agatha’s restaurant. Two men in black suits stepped out. They looked serious. They walked straight into the restaurant.
Customers turned to look.
One of the waitresses walked up to them.
“Yes, what do you want to eat, sir?” she asked.
The men spoke calmly.
“Is this where a lady called Ajimka works?”
The waitress hesitated. Then she answered,
“She used to work here, but she was fired recently.”
The men looked at each other.
One of them asked,
“Do you know where we can find her?”
The waitress shook her head.
“No, I don’t.”
She paused a little.
“But I think someone here might know.”
She quickly ran into the kitchen.
“Ma,” she called.
The cook turned.
“What is it?”
“There are two men outside asking about Ajimka.”
The cook frowned.
“Ajimka? What for?”
“They didn’t say.”
The cook paused. Then she walked out to meet them.
Outside, the cook looked at the men.
“Why are you looking for Ajimka?” she asked.
One of the men replied,
“Our boss wants to see her.”
The cook narrowed her eyes.
“Who is your boss?” she asked. “Did she do something wrong?”
The man shook his head.
“No. She actually helped him. She did him a favor. He wants to repay her.”
The cook went quiet for a moment. Then she spoke slowly.
“I know where she stays.”
She gave them Ajimka’s address.
The men nodded.
“Thank you.”
They turned and walked back to the vehicle. Moments later, the car drove away.
The next morning, around 11:00 a.m., the same luxurious SUV stopped in front of Ajimka’s compound. The same two men stepped out again. They walked into the compound.
A neighbor saw them.
“Who are you looking for?” the neighbor asked.
“We are looking for Ajimka.”
“She went out this morning,” the neighbor said.
Just then, Ajimka walked into the compound. She was holding a small bag.
The neighbor pointed.
“That is her.”
The men walked closer.
“Good morning,” one of them said.
Ajimka stopped.
“Good morning.”
“Our boss wants to see you,” he said.
Ajimka frowned slightly.
“Who is your boss?” she asked.
The men looked at each other. Then one of them brought out an envelope and handed it over to Ajimka.
Ajimka opened the envelope and read.
It was an invitation to a palace.
She looked at their vehicle and noticed “HR” on the license plate. Her heart skipped slightly.
“I hope I’m not in trouble,” she said.
“No,” they replied.
Then they showed her their ID cards, explaining that they were private security officers.
After hearing that, Ajimka agreed to go with them. Then she went inside and changed into another set of clothes.
Moments later, she stepped out, ready to go with them.
Her neighbor looked at her and said,
“Don’t hesitate to call or notify me if you notice any problem.”
She nodded with a small smile.
“I will,” she replied before stepping into the SUV.
The car pulled away.
The drive to their destination was long. They had been on the road for over four hours. Ajimka kept looking out the window, her mind racing as she wondered what all of this was about.
Finally, the SUV slowed down in front of a large, towering gate. Four well-equipped security guards stood watch. One of them stepped forward and opened the gate.
The SUV drove inside.
Ajimka looked out the window. Her eyes widened.
Big buildings. Gardens.
It looked like a palace.
The SUV stopped. The men stepped out. One of them opened the door for Ajimka, and she stepped out of the car.
She looked around.
“The person you want to see is inside.”
They led her in.
They walked into a large, well-furnished throne room.
Then suddenly, Ajimka stopped.
Her eyes widened.
She saw someone seated on a throne.
She looked again.
Her heart slowed.
It was Ogbon.
But not the weak man she knew. It was not the poor-looking elderly man she usually saw by the roadside.
He looked different. Clean. Strong. Royal.
He stood up slowly with a soft smile on his face and said,
“My daughter, welcome.”
Ajimka stepped back slightly. Her voice came out slowly.
“What is going on here?”
Ogbon gestured toward a couch.
“Please sit down. Let me explain everything to you.”
Ajimka sat down calmly. Her heart was heavy. Her mind was full. She looked at him carefully, not sure what she was about to hear.
Mr. Ogbon sat down across from her. He looked at her for a few seconds and said,
“I did not mean to deceive you, but I had to pretend to be a poor man for a reason.”
Ajimka kept looking at him. She did not understand what he was trying to say.
Ogbon continued,
“I am getting old. One day, I will leave the throne.”
He paused.
“My only son, the heir to this throne, just completed his studies abroad. He will soon return to this community.”
Ajimka listened carefully.
Ogbon’s voice became more serious.
“But there is a problem. My son has never brought a good woman to me. All the women I saw around him were only after the throne, the wealth, and the influence. I do not believe any of them would make a good queen for my son and for the good people of this community when he finally becomes king.”
He shook his head slowly.
“So I decided to do something. I disguised myself as a poor man. I went to nearby towns to see how people would treat me. I wanted to find a kind woman, a good woman, a woman who looks beyond material possessions, a woman who can make sacrifices without expecting anything in return, because true leadership involves sacrifice.”
He looked straight at Ajimka.
“But I found no one until I met you.”
Ajimka stayed silent.
Ogbon continued,
“You helped me when you believed I had nothing. You gave me food. You spent the money you were saving to fix your leaking roof to save a sick man whom you knew and believed could not pay you back. You did not know who I was, but you still helped me.”
He paused again.
“I knew then. I had found the person I was looking for.”
Then Ajimka spoke in a quiet voice.
“So all this time, you were not a poor man.”
Ogbon shook his head.
“No. I am the king of this land.”
Ajimka leaned back slightly.
“I’m just a simple lady who grew up without parents. I never had the opportunity to attend any tertiary institution, and I do not look anything like royalty. Did you ever consider the possibility that your son and I may not be compatible? I suppose your son doesn’t even know about this arrangement. He might not like me, and I might not like him either.”
Ogbon smiled a little.
“No,” he said. “Even if you do not accept my son, I will leave the rest for God to handle. But I will still make sure you are taken care of.”
Ogbon spoke softly. He looked at her for a moment, then added,
“My findings made me understand that your parents passed away when you were much younger. If you and my son don’t get along, I would like to adopt you, if you permit me.”
Ajimka stayed quiet as King Ogbon continued,
“You will live in this palace and be the daughter I never had. You will never have to toil again.”
Then Ajimka slid down from the couch to kneel and thank the king.
“Thank you, my king.”
King Ogbon quickly held her.
“Stand up,” he said. “Your good heart and sacrifice have earned you this.”
Ajimka stood up slowly. Her eyes were wet with tears.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, my king,” she said again.
King Ogbon smiled.
“Just keep being good,” he said. “That is all I ask.”
Then he looked around the throne room for a moment, as if thinking.
“I want you to settle here from now on.”
Ajimka nodded as she smiled through her tears.
King Ogbon clapped his hands. Almost immediately, maids entered the throne room and bowed.
“Take her to one of the rooms and help her freshen up,” he said.
They bowed again.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
As she followed the maids out, she looked back one more time. King Ogbon was still watching her with a calm smile.
But deep inside Ajimka’s heart, one question remained.
What kind of life had just opened for her? And what would happen when the king’s son finally returned?
Days passed slowly in the palace. Ajimka was still adjusting to her new life and her royal attire. The king had instructed some maids and a palace guard to accompany her to the market to buy the necessary items she needed to adapt to a royal lifestyle.
Everything had felt strange at first. The big rooms, the maids, the guards. But little by little, she began to get used to it.
One morning, she was called by King Ogbon. When she entered the throne room, he looked at her calmly.
“Ajimka,” he said.
She stepped forward.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” she greeted, bowing slightly.
Then King Ogbon spoke.
“My son will return to the palace tomorrow.”
Ajimka blinked.
“The prince?” she asked softly.
King Ogbon nodded.
“Yes.”
Ajimka bowed slightly.
“Okay, my king.”
But inside her heart, she felt nervous.
The next morning, the palace was full. Drums were playing. The king had organized a royal welcome party for his son. Dancers were performing. People were singing. Everyone was waiting under the canopy in the king’s compound.
Then a black car entered.
The door opened.
A young man stepped out. Tall, calm, well-dressed.
The crowd bowed. The drums got louder.
The prince walked forward. He reached his father and bowed.
“Welcome back, my son,” King Ogbon said with a smile.
“Thank you, Father,” the prince replied.
Then King Ogbon turned to Ajimka, who was seated beside him.
“This is Ajimka,” he said. “And this is my son, Prince Ikenna.”
Ajimka stood up and bowed slightly in greeting.
“Good morning, Prince Ikenna.”
The prince looked at her.
“Good morning,” he replied.
When the welcome party was over, they all walked into the palace together.
Inside the throne room, they sat down.
King Ogbon looked at Prince Ikenna.
“How was your journey?” he asked.
“It was fine,” Ikenna replied.
“I hope you were not stressed.”
“No, Father.”
King Ogbon was trying to catch up with his son, whom he had not seen in four years.
That night during dinner, King Ogbon cleared his throat and looked at Ikenna.
“My son, there is something I need to tell you,” he said.
Prince Ikenna looked at him as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
King Ogbon continued,
“The lady you met earlier, she is not like the others. I tested her.”
Ikenna frowned slightly.
“Tested her?”
King Ogbon nodded.
“Yes.”
He explained everything. How Ajimka helped him when he disguised himself as a poor man. How she fed him. How she continuously sacrificed her lunch for him. How she even helped him when he was sick.
Ikenna listened quietly.
“That is why I brought her here. I want you to get to know her. I am not forcing her on you. Neither am I forcing you on her. Your position as the next king after my reign is a huge responsibility. You need a good woman by your side to help you carry out this responsibility.”
King Ogbon’s expression softened as memories of his late wife surfaced in his mind.
“Your mother, the late queen,” he continued, “was a good and intelligent woman. She stood by me when I ascended the throne as a young king.”
He paused for a moment, his voice heavy with emotion.
“Everything I have achieved today was possible because I had a woman like your mother by my side.”
He looked at Ikenna with calm seriousness.
“That is why I took it upon myself to find you a woman who carries the qualities of a true queen. Someone who can stand with you, support you, and build with you just as your mother did for me.”
Ikenna looked down for a moment. Then he spoke.
“Father, you really did all this?”
King Ogbon nodded.
“Yes.”
There was silence.
Then Ikenna sighed.
“All right. I will get to know her.”
King Ogbon smiled slightly.
“That is all I ask.”
One evening, Ajimka was sitting in the garden area when Prince Ikenna walked up to her. She greeted him.
“Can I sit with you?” Prince Ikenna asked.
“Yes, my prince,” she replied.
At first, there was silence between them. Then Ikenna looked at Ajimka.
“So where are you from?” he asked.
“From a small town nearby,” she said, mentioning the name of her community.
Ikenna nodded gently.
“And how was life before you came here?” he asked.
Ajimka took a short breath.
“It was quite a struggle,” she said.
Ikenna did not speak right away. He watched her for a moment, then said,
“My father told me the story of how you both met. Why did you help someone you did not even know?”
Ajimka looked at him, a little surprised by the question.
“I just could not ignore him,” she said.
She paused, then added,
“The first day he came to the restaurant where I used to work, he was humiliated by my madam because he begged for food. As someone who lost her parents at an early age, I know what hunger means. I know what it feels like to be hungry without hope. If I were in his place, I would want someone to help me too.”
Ikenna looked at her carefully. Then he nodded.
“I see.”
Slowly, the tension between them began to fade. They started talking more.
At first, it was just small questions and small answers. Then came the smiles. Soft and hesitant at first, but real.
King Ogbon watched them quietly. Sometimes he found himself smiling.
Days passed. Then weeks.
Ikenna and Ajimka grew closer with each passing day. It began with simple greetings.
“Good morning.”
“Good evening.”
Then the conversations became longer. And before long, they found themselves talking for hours, losing track of time.
One evening, Prince Ikenna approached his father. He spoke calmly but with certainty, telling his father that he had grown to admire Ajimka and believed he truly liked her. He said he wanted to speak with her privately and find out how she felt.
If she felt the same way about him, he intended to move forward with marriage arrangements.
King Ogbon listened, and a deep sense of joy filled his heart. He encouraged his son to follow his heart and speak to her.
Not long after, Ikenna approached Ajimka. He shared his thoughts with her honestly. Ajimka listened quietly, then smiled.
She felt the same.
When King Ogbon heard the news, he wasted no time. With great happiness, he announced the marriage ceremony of his son, the prince.
And so the palace prepared once again, this time not for a return, but for a union that would mark the beginning of a new chapter.
And so the story comes to a beautiful end.
Ajimka’s journey reminds us that true kindness never goes unnoticed. Even when it feels like no one is watching, every good deed has a way of finding its reward. A pure heart, genuine compassion, and the willingness to help others, especially in difficult times, can open doors we never imagined.
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