The Outcast's Inheritance
When everyone else was chasing degrees, Kemi was collecting stories from the village elders...
My name is Kemi Adebayo, and I used to be the family disappointment. While my siblings pursued engineering and medicine in Lagos, I chose to stay in our ancestral village of Ile-Ife, spending my days with the elderly women who gathered under the ancient iroko tree.
"That girl is wasting her life," my aunties would whisper. "All that education, and she's sitting with old women listening to fairy tales."
But Mama Folake, the oldest among them, would always defend me. "The ancestors speak through stories," she'd say, her weathered hands gesturing toward the sky. "This child has the gift of listening. One day, you'll see."
I collected every story, every ritual, every piece of wisdom like precious gems. I filled notebook after notebook with details about traditional healing practices, the meanings behind our festivals, the proper way to communicate with ancestors, and the spiritual significance of everyday objects.
My family thought I was becoming a village mystic. They had no idea I was building a digital empire.