Gold Under My Mother’s Grave

Every night, a grieving girl brings food to a grave, begging a spirit she believes is her lost mother. Bound by pain and powerless to help, the spirit watches her struggle—until the girl's desperate plea shatters the boundary between the living and the dead. When the truth of her mother's fate is revealed, a sacrifice is made that will shake the ancestors and rewrite destinies.

Trapped by a mother's deadly greed, a young man faces the haunting of his beloved sister, sacrificed for money and status. As family secrets turn into curses, he must survive a night where tradition, betrayal, and the supernatural collide. Will he escape his mother’s sins, or will the ghost bride drag him into the grave?

Halima dey boast about her rich life and perfect mama, but her hair rough, uniform dirty, and hunger dey show her real story. When class mocking and one brutal beating expose the truth, her pride still no gree her beg—even as her own mother curse and abandon am. Now she vanish without goodbye, and the only thing left is my regret and the memory of her pain—was her love for her mama her biggest blessing or her deepest curse?

After years of sacrificing everything for her entitled daughter’s wild obsession with a pop artist, a single mother gets a rare second chance at life—and this time, she’s done being used. With her heart on the line and her freedom at stake, she decides to let her daughter face the real consequences of her choices, no matter how messy the fallout.

After her father's betrayal and her mother's desperate act, nine-year-old Yanyan dies and wanders as a hungry spirit, watching her family move on and erase her memory. Blamed for her own death, denied a proper grave, and powerless to protect her little sister from vengeful spirits, Yanyan clings to fading hope for her mother's love. In a world where even the living's prayers can't reach her, will she ever find peace, or is she doomed to haunt the shadows of their happiness forever?

Midnight rain pounds the zinc as my wife guards her bride price like gold, refusing to save her own mother in the hospital. One IOU, one broken phone, and curses fly as family turns enemy, and tradition becomes a weapon. Tonight, I must choose: betray my marriage vows or let blood spill—because in this house, money is thicker than love.

On my mother’s wedding day, I was forced to call a stranger 'Daddy'—and his son nearly drowned me for it. Now, trapped in the Adekunle mansion, I am treated like an outcast, blamed for a death I did not cause, and forced to kneel before a stepbrother who would rather see me gone. I thought I was escaping poverty, but I entered a house where my suffering is the only thing truly mine.

After burying my papa, he sits up from the grave, hungry for food and trouble. Instead of peace, his wild spirit drags me from village to town, then sells me to a stranger—just like he sold my sister. Now, I must serve a harsh old teacher, hiding my dream to learn, while the truth about my real papa haunts me like midnight masquerade.

In Chinedu’s family, every blow landed on his mother brings fortune—her suffering is their secret ritual for luck. Betrayed and sold as a bride, Mom’s pain is currency, traded for school admission, money, and even love. But as the beatings grow, a darker truth surfaces: her pain is draining their souls, and the luck they worship may be a deadly curse waiting to consume them all.

Desperate for a better life, I agreed to burn real naira for a mysterious old woman, but each note I sacrificed drained my youth and fed hers. Trapped and betrayed, I realized too late that the ritual was a deadly exchange—my years for her beauty, my soul for her greed. Now, with death at my door and my only hope a childhood sticker, I must outwit a spirit that preys on hunger and dreams.

Twenty years ago, Olawale and his wife locked their daughter Keke in an iron wardrobe, leaving her behind for a 'better life.' Now, as their son’s wedding approaches, a dreaded prophecy and Keke’s ghostly voice return to haunt their family. When the past knocks on their door—begging to be let in—no secret can stay buried, and no parent escapes the debt of blood.

The night my wife died, I rushed to another woman's arms—leaving my own son to carry his mother to the hospital alone. Now, guilt chokes me while my son’s silence grows deadly, and my new bride prays for peace in a house where love and betrayal mix like bitter leaf and honey. But in Nigeria, when a child goes quiet, only God knows what storm is coming.