Obie, once a happy boy from a rich family, was now living on the streets, hungry and exhausted. He had been recently thrown out of his parents’ house by his stepmother. Now homeless, he was digging holes with a sharp stick, trying to build a little house in the forest.

As he dug deeper, he found something strange. It was a black plastic bag. It felt big and heavy as he pulled it out of the soil.

He wondered what was inside. But as soon as he opened the bag, he was completely shocked. The plastic bag was full of new banknotes.

It was so much money that he couldn’t even count it all in one sitting. He looked at the money in complete awe. He thought of all the things he could buy with so much money.

He could buy anything he wanted and enjoy his money however he liked. That sounded like a good idea, but he could also do something else. His father, once a billionaire, was now poor and sick back at home.

He needed medical care, and this money was more than enough to cover that. Before he decided what to do with the money, his mind shifted to his stepmother. He remembered how badly she had treated him and how she threw him out of his own father’s house.

Something dark sparked inside his heart. Now that he had this much money, he could make her suffer just like she did to him. His heart wanted revenge.

But Obie was wise beyond that. What he did with his money shocked everyone. Sit back, subscribe, and enjoy.

Obie was a kind and intelligent boy, but his life wasn’t happy. After his dear mother passed away, he couldn’t find joy anymore. Soon after, his rich father, a respected man in the village, got married again.

But Obie’s new stepmother was very different from his real mother. The moment she stepped into their big house, things changed, especially for Obie. His step siblings spent their days playing, laughing, and enjoying all the wonderful things his father’s hard work provided, while Obie’s life was full of endless chores.

He woke up first and went to bed last. His hands were always busy. He swept floors until they shined, washed piles of clothes, worked in the garden, and carried heavy things around the house.

He was always working hard. One morning, Obie struggled to carry a heavy bucket of water into the kitchen. His stepmother stood with her hands on her hips.

“Look at you, lazy boy. Did you finish cleaning the dishes yet?” she yelled. “And don’t forget to polish your father’s shoes.

They must shine like the morning sun.” Obi nodded. “Yes, mother. I’m almost done.

Just the dishes, then the shoes.” “Almost done isn’t enough,” she responded. Hurry up, you lazy boy. Your siblings are waiting for their breakfast.

Later that day, Obie sadly watched his step siblings, Jude and Amara, sitting at the big dining table. They laughed and filled their plates with delicious food and sweet mangoes. “Look at this yummy food, Jude.” Amara said, “Mother makes the best food.” Jude nodded, his mouth full of food.

And these mangoes are so sweet. Obie, who had just finished washing pots and pans, stood by the kitchen door. He was hungry.

He hoped for a little bit of food. His stepmother entered and stopped right in front of him. Obie, why are you standing here?

Don’t you have more work to do? Obie felt sad. But mother, can I please have a little something to eat?

I haven’t eaten since morning. She laughed loudly. Eat.

You’ve been slow all morning. There’s no food for lazy people. Go water the garden.

Obie swallowed hard. He felt invisible, like a shadow in his own home. He was treated worse than the housemmaid, a kind woman who sometimes secretly gave him bread or a comforting smile when no one was looking.

His father, a busy and important man, eventually noticed changes in his son. He saw Obie’s tired eyes, his thin body, and how Obie jumped when his stepmother spoke. He felt sorry for his boy.

One evening after the stepmother had unfairly yelled at Obi for spilling a cup of water, his father finally spoke up. “My dear, you are being too hard on Obi,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “He works harder than anyone in this house.

He deserves kindness and proper meals, just like the others.” The stepmother’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t like being told what to do, especially about Obie hard. I am teaching him discipline.

He is a clumsy boy, always making messes, she shot back, her voice getting louder. That is enough, his father said, losing his patience. He is my son and he will be treated with respect in my house.

The stepmother wasn’t happy to hear that. She kept quiet, but stared at him with a calculating look in her eyes. She didn’t say anything else that night, but a dangerous plan started to form in her mind.

She wasn’t just mean, she was greedy. She knew her husband was rich and she wanted all his money for herself and her own children. She saw Obie and his father’s problems.

A few days later, Obie’s father got a strange sickness. He became weak and confused. His once sharp mind seemed to wander.

He would stare blankly, sometimes talking to himself, unable to focus on his work or even simple talks. The stepmother with an evil smile watched as the man who dared to challenge her became weaker and more confused. Yes, now I have all the power.

He dared to challenge me, but now he is just like a puppet in my hands. Soon everything he owns will be mine and no one will stop me. She thought she had used powerful witchcraft to silence him and make him helpless.

Now she thought getting his money would be easy. With Ob’s father sick, the stepmother quickly began looking for his hidden money. She searched every room, went through drawers, emptied cupboards, and even dug in the garden.

She was sure the money, gold, and expensive jewels had to be hidden somewhere. Days turned into nights, and her search became more desperate. No matter where she looked, she found nothing.

“Where is it?” she screamed one afternoon. “Where has that old fool hidden his money? It must be here somewhere.

He can’t have spent it all. He’s too smart for that. She was very angry.

She had put in so much effort, even used witchcraft, and all for nothing. What she didn’t know was that Obie’s father was no fool. He was a wise man, and he had suspected his new wife’s true intentions from the very beginning.

He had seen the greed in her eyes, the way she looked at his things. Long before he got sick, he had carefully secretly hidden all his money. Not one person, not even Obi, knew where it was.

And his sickness, while the dark magic did affect him, his mind wasn’t completely gone. He was smart enough to pretend to be worse than he was, to act completely poor and helpless. He knew that if his wife thought he had no money left, she would eventually leave him alone.

When the stepmother finally gave up her fruitless search, her anger turned into hate. Since there was no money, she decided Obie’s father was truly poor and worthless. She started treating him just as badly as she treated Obi, ignoring what he needed, speaking to him with disrespect, and leaving him to take care of himself.

Obi watched all of this with sadness. His father, once strong and full of life, was mistreated by the very woman who was supposed to care for him, being treated badly by his stepmother, being denied food, and then seeing his father suffer became too much. Obie felt overwhelmed.

One quiet evening, Obie sat alone in the courtyard, watching his step siblings play inside. He heard his stepmother’s harsh laughter. Just then, his stepmother came out.

Still sitting there. useless boy. You are useless just like your father.

He’s nothing but a weak old fool now. And you’re just like him. Good for nothing.

Obie felt angry. Don’t talk about my father like that, he cried, his voice shaky but strong. He is not useless.

He is a good man and you are mean to him. The stepmother’s eyes burned with anger. How dare you speak to me like that, you rude child.

She rushed forward, her hand raised. She slapped him. I’ll teach you to respect older people.

I’ll teach you to know your place, she yelled. Obie stumbled back, tears filling his eyes, but he wouldn’t cry out. He covered his head with his arms as she kept hitting him.