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once upon a time in a lovely and beautiful Village full of laughter and sunshine there lived a woman named simbi simbi was not just any woman she was the village hairdresser everyone in the village loved her because she could Twist and Turn hair into beautiful styles she had a daughter named Shala who was as bright as the morning sun Shala Sim's daughter was a young girl with a heart as pure as the clear Village stream her smile could light up the darkest room and her laughter was contagious Shala loved to watch her mother work and

she learned how to braid hair by watching the Swift movements of Sim's fingers even though she was still little Shala started helping her mom with simple hairstyles and the people in the village adored her for her kindness and the small perfect braids she could do life wasn't always easy for simbi and Shala Sim's husband and shala's father had gone to the Stars a few years back leaving them to face the world on their own but simbi was strong and she loved her daughter more than anything she worked hard every day to make sure they had

enough to eat and that Shala could have a happy life full of laughter and and love the villagers respected simbi not just for her Talent with hair but also for the way she raised shalwa everyone could see the love and respect between mother and daughter they would often say look at simbi and shalawa what a beautiful Bond they share it's like the warmth of the sun on a cool morning and so amidst the mango trees and under the vast African Sky simbi and shalwa lived their lives weaving not just hair but the stories of all

who came to sit with them the village was their home and in it they found joy friendship and the strength to face each new day together as time Danced by the little village under the big African Sky so many seasons change Shala became a beautiful young woman like a flower blooming brightly in the Sun but something else changed shalawa who used to listen to her mother started to march to her own beat she stopped helping Simby with the hair plating and her once kind words turned sharp she wanted her mother to do everything for her

forgetting the bond they shared Sim's heart felt heavy like a cloud ready to rain she tried to speak to shalaa to remind her of the love the respect and the kindness they once shared but shalawa like a river flowed on her own path away from her mother's words the ones close-nit tapestry of their lives started to unravel setting the stage for a tale of growth choices and lessons to be learned simbi the hair making woman worried a lot about shalwa her daughter she saw shalawa not listening and not being nice like before simbi tried talking

to her she said shalwa my child remember to be kind listen well and help others it's good for the heart but shalwa just wouldn't listen she turned her back and sometimes even said unkind words to her mother which made Simby very sad one sunny day when the sky was as clear as the stream by The Village Ronka came to visit Ronka was Sim's sister and she lived in another town not too far but not close either Rona had heard stories about shalawa and she wanted to see for herself when Rona arrived Shala didn't show respect

she didn't kneel to greet Rona or even offer her water to drink Rona was surprised and not happy she talked to simbi about it simbi Shala has grown wings too big she needs to learn respect and kindness again Rona said after seeing how Shala acted Rony had an idea let Shala come with me to the town it might teach her some good manners Rony suggested simbi was scared at first because she knew Ron was very strict but thinking deep in her heart simbi hoped it might help Shala so she said yes Shala was happy to

leave she thought I'll see new places and have fun she packed her things not knowing this journey was more about learning than fun the next morning with her bag packed shalaa left with Rony to the town leaving simbi hoping her daughter would find her way back to being the kind and loving Shala she once knew Shala and heroni arrived in the town a place buzzing like a beehive with sounds and sites new to shalwa ronin's house was different from the Cozy Hood in the village it was bigger with more rooms and a gate that creaked

when opened at first Shala was like a mouse quiet and careful she helped Rony in the house sweeping the floors and going to the market Rony was strict and Shala didn't dare say no she remembered her mother's gentle face and thought maybe being helpful is good but soon Shala met some girls in the town these girls walked with their heads high and w clothes that made everyone look at them they talked about fun things like dances and parties shala's eyes sparkled she thought this is the fun I was missing that new friend showed Shala how

to dress like them in bright clothes that were very different from what she wore in the village they laughed and shared secrets and Shala felt like she belonged she started to forget the lessons from her mother and Ronka she liked the attention she got when she walked down the street feeling like a peacock with its feathers spread wide Rona noticed the change in shalawa she saw the new clothes and the late nights Rona shook her head and said shalawa remember who you are don't lose yourself but shala's ears were filled with the laughter and music

of her new friends she couldn't hear Ron's words thinking only of the next fun thing to do drifting further away from the lessons of kindness and respect she once knew then one day something surprising happened when her aunt had friends over Shala had to say hello and help out but Shala wanted to show she could make her own choices so she didn't greet them like she was supposed to she asked why do I have to greet them first they can say hello to me too everyone was very surprised and didn't know what to say her

aunt's friends were shocked because all kids in town were usually very polite and her aunt was very upset to see shalawa acting this way in front of her friends after the friends left her aunt told shalawa she couldn't stay with her anymore because she wasn't listening or learning you need to go back to your mom she said I can't help you if you don't want to learn Shala packed her things feeling both mad and excited she was going back to her village where everyone used to pay her a lot of attention Shala came back to

her Village after some time with Rony but she was not the same Shala who left she walked into the village like a new Breeze but this Breeze was different strong and surprising she woree clothes that made all the villages open their eyes wide a short wrapper around her waist and a top that was just as short showing more skin than the village was used to people in the village whispered and pointed is that Shala they asked each other she looks so different shalwa walked with her chin up enjoying the looks at and Whispers she thought

it meant she was special that she stood out from everyone else when simbi shala's mother saw her daughter her heart sank like a stone in water she rushed to wrap Shala in a big modest rapper asking why are you dressed like this my child but Shala pushed the rapper away saying this is how we dress in town it's fashionable Sim's eyes filled with worry she knew the village wouldn't understand and she feared what this change meant for her daughter that evening Simi sat with Shala trying to bridge the gap that had grown between them shalwa

my dear why have you changed so much this dressing it's not our way simbi said gently but Shala was defiant mother I like it it makes me feel good and everyone looks at me she replied missing the concern in her mother's eyes simbi lay awake that night her heart heavy with worry she thought about the respect and value she had tried to instill in shalawa now seemingly washed away like Footprints in the Sand simbi feared what this meant for shala's future how the village would treat her and the path she was choosing to walk the

return of Shala had brought a storm of emotions to Sim's heart and she wondered how they would weather this together as days turned into weeks shala's love for attention grew like a wildfire she enjoyed the stares and Whispers from the men in the village feeling like a queen in her own little kingdom she cared less and less about what her mother simbi or anyone else said shalwa thought I am special everyone loves me but the love she thought she saw was not real it was a shadow that disappeared when the sun went down simbi warned

her Shala this path is slippery be careful but shala's ears were closed to her mother's words she believed the sweet nothings whispered in her ears under the Moonlight not seeing the danger in those fleeting moments it didn't took long before Shala started sleeping with rich men in the village in exchange for money since she looks very attractive showing half of her body with her dresses her mother wasn't happy with this because among the women in the village they always talked about her and how she was disobedient and how she uses her body to snatch their

husbands then one morning the world seemed to spin around shalaa she felt sick and everything changed Shala was pregnant fear gripped her heart who is the father she wondered her mind racing through the faces of men who had admired her she tried to find answers but each door closed in her face The Men Who had once chased her now turned away saying we want nothing to do with this simbi was very sad and told Shala I warned you but you didn't listen Shala felt really bad and ran to her room to cry she knew she

had made some big mistakes and started to regret them but deep down she didn't want to believe everything was ruined shalaa knew she needed help so she went to see the men she had been with she hoped one of them would want to help her and the baby but when she went to their houses they all turned her away the rich men said they already had families and couldn't help her the young and handsome men didn't want to believe the baby could be theirs they all said why would we marry someone who acts like you

what kind of lessons would you teach our child is it to become a woman with low value or to dress indecently like you do feeling really low shalawa thought maybe the village drunkard would say the baby was his but even he said no he told her the way you dress and act made us notice you but that's not what we want in a wife we were just having fun now Shala felt truly alone not even the drunkard wanted to help her she realized that all the warnings from her mom and Aunt were right Shala felt

alone more alone than she had ever felt The Villages Whispers turned into loud judgments her friends from the town were nowhere to be found even the light in her Mother's Eyes seemed dimmed by disappointment and worry the rejection was a cold shower on shala's fiery Spirit she realized the cost of her choices the weight of her actions she had sought attention but now she craved invisibility The Village once her stage had become a prison of eyes and Whispers shalawa with nowhere left to turn went back to her mother's heart s despite her disappointment opened her

arms to her daughter shalawa cried I'm sorry mother I didn't listen but the words were a small Comfort against the reality of her situation the consequences of her choices had caught up with her leaving her to face a future filled with uncertainty and the hard lesson that some attention comes with a price far too high then Shala found herself at a Crossroads with the village Whispering behind her back and the weight of her choices heavy on her shoulders she looked into the mirror of her life and didn't recognize the reflection staring back her heart once

light and joyful now carried the burden of regret acknowledging her mistakes was like letting go of a heavy load for shalwa she decided to leave the village not to run away from her problems but to learn to grow and to return as the Shala her mother raised her to be she packed her belongings her heart filled with a mix of sadness and hope shala's departure was quiet with only simbi waving her off she didn't know where her journey would take her but she carried with her the lessons of the past and the hope for a

better tomorrow shalawa traveled far to a land where no one knew her story she started fresh working learning and most importantly reflecting on the person she wanted to become shalaa story became one of reflection and Redemption a tale whispered in the village as a reminder that being obedient is a great virtue and dressing indecently just to get attention usually leads to a result that one might not be happy with because no responsible man would marry someone whom everyone has seen their body or slept with and so our tale ends not with a goodbye but with

our promise of new beginnings a reminder that it's never too late to change our story I hope you enjoyed the tale if so please like the video share it with your family and friends comment on it and don't forget to subscribe to the channel and turn on the notification bell for more enchanting Tales like this one goodbye