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THE PALM WINE TAPPER WHO FORGOT THE TREE

In the village of Umudiala, where dawn always smelled of wet earth and palm sap, there lived a palm wine tapper named Obinna.
Obinna was once a humble man. Every morning before the c**k crowed, he tied his rope, sharpened his knife, and greeted the palm trees like old friends.
“Give me little,” he would say, touching the bark,
“so tomorrow you can still stand.”
And the trees answered him.
His wine was sweet, so sweet that elders said the spirits must be drinking first. Even during dry season, Obinna returned with full gourds while other tappers came home ashamed.

**The Blessing**

Soon, Obinna was no longer poor.
Wine sellers waited for him. Chiefs reserved his gourds. Travelers from far villages asked,
“Which tapper dey bring this kind sweetness?”
Money came. Goats multiplied. His hut became a zinc-roofed house.
But with wealth came pride.
Obinna stopped greeting the trees.
He climbed carelessly.
He cut deeper than needed.
When younger tappers greeted him, he scoffed.
“Na my hand strong pass una own.”
The elders warned him.
“Palm tree be mother. If you wound her too much, she go stop breastfeeding.”
Obinna laughed.
“Money no dey grow from respect. Na from sharp knife.”

**The Greed**

Wanting more wealth, Obinna made a terrible choice.
He began tapping young palms, cutting them before they were ready. At night, he crept into forbidden groves where the ancestors rested, ignoring the warning signs tied with red cloth.
That was when the dreams started.
In his sleep, palm trees bled like humans. Sap flowed like tears. A voice said:
“You are taking tomorrow to satisfy today.”
Obinna woke sweating, but greed is louder than fear.
**The Fall**

One morning, as he climbed his favorite tall palm, his rope snapped.
He did not die, but his leg broke badly.
From that day on, his hands shook. His balance failed. He could no longer climb.
Worse still, his stored wine turned sour overnight. Buyers rejected it. Debts came knocking.
The palms he had wounded began to die, one by one, standing like dry skeletons in his land.
Soon, Obinna sold his goats. Then his house. Then his pride.
He became dependent on the very young tappers he once mocked.

**The Realization**

One evening, crippled and poor, Obinna crawled to an old palm stump and wept.
“I did not know wealth had ears,” he said.
“I did not know trees remember.”
The wind passed through the leaves like a sigh, but no answer came.

The Moral
In Umudiala, elders still teach children:
“The hand that taps with greed will one day tap emptiness.”
“When you forget the source, the source forgets you.”
And palm wine tappers still greet the trees at dawn.
Because riches that grow without respect
fall without mercy.

THE END. . . . .

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