Once upon a time, a soothsayer king invited the citizens of his kingdom who could tell good stories to come and volunteer to tell stories, and they all appeared before him.
I want you to tell me good stories. The story must not only captivate, but must teach a moral lesson,
Ten women and I got a chance to tell our stories. Each person told their story once a month in the palace. The royal wives and children listened to the stories.
A man named Bobo first told his story. The king and his wives and children listen for a while. He was not interested in the story and the king dismissed him.
The following month, igbela had the opportunity to tell stories.
She told her stories and the king was not impressed. She was released.
Still, he gave all ten a chance.
The last storyteller was named mumula. Knowing that not a single storyteller had been able to impress the king, he was determined to succeed where others had failed. He appeared before the king in clothes that brought laughter and excitement. Prostate in front of the king in greeting. He bowed before the king Greetings. He later sat down and adjusted his cap before beginning his story. I have a beautiful story for the king. It is the business of rich ranas who had four wives. The wives were named banke, Nike, bunmi and abegbe, the youngest. He likes the last wife and his children every body knows she was the apple of his eye. He gave her more money and gifts than the others.
Abegbe is popular, I am not shy to tell people.
The man no longer gave abegbe any more attention. She treats her like a queen and everyone else as if they were her servant. He paid more attention to his abegbe children than to the children of his other wives. The other wives complained, but the man refused to listen to them.
After ten years of marriage to abegbe, he became a hill.
The disease became so severe that many people felt they were going to die.
The man felt disappointed that the abegbe whom he loved the most and had given him more money and gifts than others had left him in his hour of need. He called a family meeting. He asked all the children to be present to hear what he had to say to them. .all gathered in the large family living room.
My dear wives and children, I thank God who has power over all that I have been cured of my illness. Thank you bank, nike, bunmi and your kids. Abegbe, you left me when I needed you the most. I want to say it openly now. I wrote my will before. I gave three quarters of my property to abegbe and her children. If it weren't for that, she would be the biggest beneficiary of my wealth. My illness opened my eyes wide. I learned a big lesson.
Abegbe, you proved that you loved me when I was healthy and had unlimited access to my wealth. I tear up this will now in the presence of you all. Never love a wife or children more than others.
The king listened to the story with rapt attention, knowing that he loved one of his wives more than the others. No doubt he learned from the story.
Mumula the storyteller, I like your story, I'm happy my family likes it too. Come back again next month and tell another story, said the king.
The king gave the narrator a horse to ride around the kingdom. He gave him food, clothes and money. The man left the palace very happy. The wives of the king looked at each other in the face, the end of the story. They knew the storyteller had hit the nail on the head. The king was in the same boat with the husband abegbe.
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