20/05/2024
The Fat Princess With Body Odour
Once upon a time, in the emerald embrace of Igbo land, nestled amongst rolling hills and bustling villages, lay the kingdom of Ebeku. King Ebele and Queen Ugonne ruled with kindness and wisdom, but their joy was not complete. Their only daughter, Princess Nneka, was a constant source of worry.
Nneka, though possessing a heart as gentle as a dove, was as round as a yam and carried with her a scent that could clear a room faster than anything
The King and Queen, having waited years for a child, showered Nneka with every comfort. They adorned her in the finest silk cloths, fed her the richest delicacies, From steaming bowls of egusi soup thickened with pounded yam, to mounds of yams and potato drizzled with palm oil, Nneka never experienced an empty stomach, her parents catered to her every whim.
Bathing was daily ritual for most villagers including those living in the palace. But for Nneka bathing and brushing her mouth was a big work, each time they asked her to brush, she will run to her room and lock the lock. She prefer to stay hungry than to have her bath. Even the queen and king will support her, the queen her would mash sweet plantains for Nneka to cleanse her mouth, further fueling the unpleasant aroma.
Years rolled by, and Nneka blossomed into a beautiful young woman, her laughter as warm as the midday sun. Yet, suitors remained scarce. The King, desperate to secure his daughter's future, announced a grand ceremony. Princes from far and wide were invited to compete in feats of strength and wit, the winner to claim Nneka's hand in marriage.
The day arrived, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds. Princes, adorned in their finest regalia, displayed their strength in the fit. But as Nneka entered the wrestling ground, a collective gasp swept through the crowd. All the Princes began to cover their noses including other people present at the event.
One brave soul, a prince renowned for his honesty, blurted out, "Your Highness, with all due respect, the stench is most distracting, your daughter smell so much and I can't marry such a person. He got up and left other Princes followed him.
Nneka, heartbroken and humiliated, retreated to her chambers. The King and Queen, hearts heavy with guilt and confusion, finally confronted the truth. Tears streamed down the Queen's face as she realized the harm they'd done in the name of love.
Nneka nwa'm," the queen would say gently, "perhaps a bath with some fragrant udara leaves might chase away the smell that seems to linger around you."
Nneka, however, would pout, "But Mama, why bother? The palace smells wonderful to me!"
The king, ever the doting father, tried a different approach. "Nneka," he said one morning, "have you noticed how your smile seems a little…dim today? Perhaps if you used some of that special bark the village healer gave you to freshen your breath…"
Nneka wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Ugh, Papa, that bark makes my mouth feel like a desert after the harmattan wind blows! My smell is perfectly fine."
The King was so bothered, he summoned a wise old woman, known as Nne Mma, famed for her herbal remedies and blunt honesty.
Nne Mma arrived, her gaze sharp as a hawk's. She listened patiently to the King and Queen's woes, then spoke in a voice that crackled with wisdom, "Love without discipline spoils, not nurtures. Your love for Nneka blinded you to her discomfort. Now, it's time for tough love."
Following Nne Mma's guidance, the palace routine changed. Nneka, initially resistant, was gently but firmly introduced to daily baths in the cool river. The brushing she once despised became a regular practice. Slowly, the offensive odor began to fade, replaced by a faint scent of sunshine and wildflowers.
More importantly, Nneka learned the value of self-care. She discovered the joy of a swim in the cool water, the freshness of a clean body, and the confidence that came with self-reliance. The transformation wasn't just physical; it was a blossoming of inner strength.
News of Nneka's transformation spread like wildfire. Suitors, those both honest and deceitful, returned. This time, Nneka saw them with clear eyes. She chose not based on societal pressures, but on a shared love for laughter, adventure, and a commitment to a life built on mutual respect.
The King and Queen, having learned a valuable lesson about true love, watched their daughter walk down the aisle, not just beautiful but radiant, carrying herself with the confidence of a woman who knew her own worth. The tale of Nneka served as a constant reminder - love without discipline is a seed that withers, while love nurtured with guidance and respect blossoms into something truly beautiful.
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