Tera Mayo Funny Storyteller, Moncton, NB (2025)

12/02/2025

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12/02/2025

Who exactly is Lami, and why did her mother insist she find me?

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12/02/2025

When A Strange Girl Knocked On Our Gate And Turned Our Peace Upside Down.
I still remember the very first evening she arrived. It was a warm Friday in early harmattan, the kind of evening when breeze blows gently and makes you feel like the whole world is finally calm. Our compound was quiet, the sun already sinking behind the old mango tree near the fence. I was in the kitchen, rinsing rice for dinner, when I heard someone knocking the gate gently, as if the person was unsure whether to knock or walk away.

At first, I ignored it. In this area, children liked to play rough, and sometimes they hit the gate by mistake. But the knock came again—this time softer, almost like a plea. That was when Samuel, my husband, stepped out of the living room and looked through the window beside the door.

“Who be that by this time?” he murmured, sounding distracted, as if he wasn’t fully interested yet.

“I don’t know, maybe someone selling something,” I replied, wiping my wet hands on my wrapper.

The knock came again, followed by a small voice. A girl’s voice.

“Please… anybody home?”

There was something unusual about the tone. It wasn’t the sharp voice of a person selling groundnuts. It wasn’t the bold tone of a messenger from church. It was soft, shaky, and unsure. That kind of voice that sounded like it had travelled a long distance before reaching your ears.

Samuel sighed, pulled the bolt, and opened the gate.

The girl standing there didn’t look more than nineteen. She wore a simple gown, dusty at the hem as if she had walked from a very far place. Her slippers were almost broken. Her face was beautiful, but tired—like someone who hadn’t slept properly for days. Her eyes were big and brown, carrying the kind of sadness that makes you pause.

“Good evening, sir,” she greeted with her head bowed.

Samuel didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at her for a few seconds.

“Good evening,” he finally replied. “Who are you looking for?”

“I’m… I’m looking for Madam Kike,” she said. “They told me she lives around here. She used to work with my late mother.”

When I heard my name, I stepped outside too. The girl turned to me immediately, her eyes lighting up slightly.

“Are you Madam Kike?”

“Yes. Who are you?”

She swallowed hard, like something heavy was inside her throat.

“My name is Lami. My mother’s name was Mama T**i… she used to wash clothes for you in the old area before she fell sick.”

I froze.

I remembered Mama T**i. A cheerful woman who used to sing while washing clothes for people. When we moved to this new area, I lost contact with her. I didn’t even know she had passed.

Samuel looked at me, waiting for me to confirm or deny. I nodded slowly.

“Yes… I remember her.”

Tears filled the girl’s eyes immediately.

“She told me to find you… if anything ever happened to her,” she said, voice trembling. “Please… I have nowhere else to go.”

Her words hit me like a stone. My heart squeezed, and before I knew it, I opened the gate wider.

“Come in, my dear.”

And that was the beginning of everything.

As she stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the way Samuel was staring. Not in a bad way, not in a wrong way, but in a surprised way. Like he had not expected someone so young and soft-looking to be standing at our gate asking for help.

Her presence shifted the air in our compound. Even the evening breeze seemed to pause. I didn’t know why, but a strange feeling sat in my chest. Something told me our peaceful life was about to change.

Inside the house, I asked her to sit on the sofa while I got her a cup of water. She drank it fast, like someone who hadn’t had clean water in a long time. Her hands shook slightly.

“What happened to your mother?” I asked gently.

“She became very ill three months ago,” she replied. “I tried to take care of her, but I couldn’t… I’m sorry…” she whispered, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “Before she died, she said I should look for someone kind-hearted who once helped her. Someone named Kike.”

The room felt heavy.

Samuel cleared his throat. “So… where have you been staying?”

“With a neighbour. But their landlord said I can’t stay there again since I’m not paying rent,” she said, voice breaking. “That’s why I came here today… I don’t even know where else to go.”

Her eyes looked so helpless that I felt a strong pull in my heart.

“You will stay here for now,” I said before thinking twice.

Samuel turned to me sharply. “Stay here?”

“Yes,” I replied firmly. “Where do you want her to go? The girl has nobody.”

Samuel didn’t argue immediately. He simply nodded slowly.

“Okay. For now,” he said, but I noticed his eyes still observing her quietly.

I took Lami to the guest room. She entered slowly, almost scared to step on the tiles as if they were made of glass.

“Thank you, ma,” she said softly.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine here.”

She looked around with grateful eyes. Then she whispered something that made me pause.

“I didn’t think anyone would open their door for me today.”

I smiled faintly, patting her shoulder. “Rest. You need it.”

As I closed the door behind me, that strange feeling returned. I told myself it was only pity, nothing more. But deep down, something else whispered in my heart:

This girl… this girl will change everything.

Later that night, after dinner, Samuel and I sat alone in the living room. He looked at me with a curious expression.

“You didn’t even think twice before telling her to stay.”

“She’s just a child,” I replied.

He nodded. “True. But… be careful.”

I frowned. “Careful how?”

“People change when you open your door too wide.”

His words hung in the air like smoke. I didn’t fully understand what he meant.

Not yet.

Because at that time, I didn’t know that the girl sleeping quietly in that guest room would bring storms into our home… storms we were completely unprepared for.

I didn’t know that in just weeks, people in the neighbourhood would start whispering about her beauty. I didn’t know that her presence would awaken doubts, secrets, and hidden weaknesses inside marriage.

I didn’t know she would light a fire that neither Samuel nor I would know how to put out.

All I knew was this:

A girl had knocked at our gate.
And our lives would never remain the same again.
Who exactly is Lami, and why did her mother insist she find me?
Is she truly an innocent girl in need of help, or is there something else hidden in her past?
And how will her presence start affecting my marriage in ways I never imagined?
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12/01/2025

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WHY BLESSING LAUGHED LOUDLY INSIDE CHURCH WHEN PASTOR PREACHED ABOUT S*X?
Episode 1 – The Secret Love of Tolu and Brother James
The church hall in Ibadan was always lively on Sundays. The choir rehearsals often filled the atmosphere with sweet melodies, and among the choir stood a handsome young man that made many sisters smile – Brother James. He was the church keyboardist, tall, fair-skinned, and well-dressed. James worked with an oil company in Lagos, and his presence alone made many ladies’ hearts skip beats.

Every sister wanted to sit near him, talk with him, and even dreamt of walking down the aisle with him one day. He had everything they prayed for – good looks, a good job, a good character. But unknown to all of them, James’ heart already belonged to someone – a quiet young sister named Tolu.

Tolu was shy and reserved, a true V!rgin sister who hardly spoke unless spoken to. She loved singing soprano in the choir and always dressed decently. Nobody suspected that she and Brother James had been secretly dating for months. It all started after choir rehearsal one evening when James offered to drop her at her hostel.

That ride home sparked a connection that grew into secret dates, private calls, and long nights of chatting. James was patient and gentle, and Tolu adored him. With time, their love deepened so much that Tolu began to please James in ways no one could have imagined. Though she was a V!rgin when they started, James became the only man she shared her deepest affection with. Whenever James visited Ibadan for the weekend, Tolu would spend time with him secretly.

James didn’t care about the other sisters in church trying to get his attention. To him, Tolu was enough. Her smile, her care, and how she made him feel complete made him resist every other lady.

But secrets have a way of finding light.

One Saturday morning, months into their secret relationship, Tolu visited James’ house in Bodija. James had promised to return to Lagos later that day, and she came to spend some time with him before he left. Unknown to her, another choir sister named Blessing was also passing by James’ house.

Blessing had always admired James from afar. She envied how the other sisters talked about him, and deep inside her, she wished James would notice her too.

As Tolu stepped out of James’ gate adjusting her scarf, she nearly bumped into Blessing.

“Ah, Tolu? What are you doing here?” Blessing asked, raising her brows suspiciously.

Tolu’s heart skipped. She didn’t expect anyone from church to see her. She quickly replied with a shaky smile, “I came to collect my choir notebook from Brother James.”

Blessing smirked. “Really? I also came to collect my song notebook.”

They both forced an awkward laugh and parted ways, but Tolu’s heart was pounding heavily. What if Blessing told someone? What if she reported to the pastor?

That night, Tolu called James and told him what happened. James tried to calm her down. “Don’t worry love. Blessing won’t say anything. Even if she suspects, we have nothing to be ashamed of. We love each other, and one day we’ll marry.”

Tolu wished she could believe him fully, but her fear lingered.

The following Sunday service came. Everything seemed normal until after the sermon. Pastor stood up to make announcements.

“Brother James and Sister Tolu,” the pastor’s voice echoed in the hall, “please wait behind to see me in my office after the service.”

There was a sudden murmur among the congregation.

Then, unexpectedly, a loud laugh broke out from the middle of the congregation. It was Blessing! She laughed so loudly that everyone turned to look at her.

Her words slipped out unconsciously: “Their secret is finally exposed!”

The entire church froze. Tolu’s face turned red with embarrassment. James clenched his fist under the chair.

What would Pastor ask them? Did Blessing report them? Would their love story end today?

The congregation was buzzing with whispers as service closed. Tolu and James quietly walked into the pastor’s office.

Inside, Pastor looked at them gently and asked, “Is there anything you both are hiding from the church?”

Tolu burst into tears. James held her hand and confessed everything. They told the pastor about their secret relationship and how they had shared private moments, including S&x.

Pastor listened quietly, nodding with wisdom.

“Who told me about this?” Pastor asked.

“Blessing,” Pastor continued before they could respond, “she came to report you two during the week.”

Tolu sobbed harder. She felt betrayed and ashamed.

But the pastor smiled calmly. “You both have sinned, but your love is not wrong if it is leading to marriage. As your spiritual father, I will correct you with wisdom.”

Little did Tolu and James know, a bigger surprise awaited them on the altar that day.

Will Pastor expose them to the entire church? Will their love survive the shame? Or will this be the end of their secret romance?
Episode 2 is in the link below;
1. Do you think Blessing reported them out of jealousy or genuine concern?
2. Should Tolu and James have told the pastor about their love from the beginning?
3. What would you do if you were caught in such a situation?
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12/01/2025

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11/30/2025

What would you do if your maid started copying your dressing step-by-step?

11/30/2025

What Would You Do If The Maid Starts Dressing Exactly Like You… Even In Your Absence?
Episode 1: The Strange Imitation That Almost Broke My Home (Romantic Marriage Story of Mofe and Teramayo)
I used to think my marriage was unshakeable.
After all, Teramayo and I had been together for seven years. We had survived days of low income, nights of silent quarrels, clashes of pride, and even seasons when we barely understood each other. Yet every time, we found a way back, holding hands through the storms like two people who refused to let their home collapse.

But what I didn’t know was that sometimes danger does not come as an outsider.

Sometimes, danger wears your colors… walks your steps… copies your scent… and becomes your shadow inside your own house.

Her name was Adunni.

The maid I thought I could trust.

Everything started innocently. She came recommended by a neighbour who claimed she was hardworking, soft-spoken, and respectful. True, she was all of that. And more.

Too much more.

The first week she entered our home, everything felt smooth. She cleaned well, cooked well, and served well. Teramayo even joked once, saying, “Mofe, this one is not a maid oh. She’s a whole assistant.” We laughed about it, but something in my spirit tightened a little.

I ignored it.

After all, marriage has enough battles already. Why add unnecessary suspicion?

But then… things changed.

It started with my wrapper. One evening, after I returned from work, I saw her wearing one of my wrappers—the special one I kept for weekday nights. She looked shocked when I stepped into the kitchen.

“Aunty Mofe, sorry ma… I thought it was one of the free wrappers on the hanger…”

I didn’t want to embarrass her. I simply smiled, nodded, and let it go.

But you see, once a woman’s spirit senses danger, small things begin to feel like warnings.

The next week, it was my slippers.

Then, my handbag.

Then, one Sunday morning, when Teramayo and I returned from fellowship, I met Adunni wearing my exact house outfit. The same style. The same color. The same waist belt. The same tiny jewelry I wore the day before.

And she was standing confidently in the living room as if she had been waiting to be admired.

My heart paused.

Not because she looked good.

But because she looked exactly like me.

Even the fragrance she wore—my coded fragrance, the one I used only for my husband—was on her.

I remember the way Teramayo froze when he saw her. Something flashed in his eyes. Surprise? Confusion? Admiration? I couldn’t tell. But that one-second expression stabbed me deeper than any knife could.

And that was when fear truly entered my home.

I didn’t confront her immediately. I wanted to understand what was happening.

So the next day, I pretended to leave for work. I stepped out of the gate, walked to the junction, and quietly returned through the backyard door with the spare key.

What I saw broke me.

Adunni was in my room.

Not cleaning.

Not arranging.

Not dusting.

But standing in front of the mirror wearing my special stay-home dress—the one I used whenever I wanted to feel attractive around my husband. She was adjusting it gently on her waist, tilting her head, imitating my smile, twisting her body the exact way I did when I wanted Teramayo’s attention.

I covered my mouth to stop myself from gasping.

Then she whispered to the mirror:

“One day… he will look at me.”

I felt the ground shift under my feet.

I stepped back slowly, quietly, painfully, and slipped out before she heard me. For the first time in years, I felt like a stranger in my own home.

But I didn’t cry.

I couldn’t.

I knew this was no longer a small matter of harmless imitation. This was a slow, dangerous shift. A shadow trying to replace me. A competition I never applied for.

That night, I cooked Teramayo’s favourite meal—white rice, grilled chicken, and spiced stew. My hands shook throughout, but I forced myself to smile and serve him like nothing was wrong.

Because sometimes, the battlefield of marriage requires strategy, not shouting.

During dinner, I watched him carefully.

He ate happily, joking as usual, not knowing his home was standing on the edge of fire.

Then I asked with a soft voice, “Tera… are you comfortable with Adunni?”

He paused, dropped his spoon, looked at me like he didn’t understand the question.

“What kind of question is that, Mofe?”

I smiled again, the smile that hid a volcano.

“No problem. Just asking.”

And I stood up, excused myself, and went into the bedroom.

But as I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the real questions burned inside me like hot coal:

Should I confront her?

Should I tell my husband what I saw?

Should I sack her immediately?

Should I stay quiet and observe?

Or should I fight for my marriage without making it obvious?

The night stretched long and heavy.

And as I tried to sleep, I heard faint footsteps in the hallway… feminine… soft… almost tiptoeing.

Was it Adunni?

Was she going to the guest room?

Or somewhere else?

My heart raced as I sat up quietly.
Was my home still mine?
Or was someone slowly weaving herself into the heart of my husband?
What would you do if your maid started copying your dressing step-by-step?
Would you confront her, your husband, or your own fears first?
Is Adunni truly harmless… or is she hiding a deeper intention?
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