The moment she heard that Joy was going to marry the prince, anger entered her like poison.
“Joy again?” she shouted. “She always gets the best things. Who the hell is she? That prince is mine.”
Her heart burned with jealousy. “She took money. She took respect. Now she wants to take my man too.”
Blinded by hatred, she went to a native doctor deep in the bush. She told him everything and demanded a charm to destroy Joy.
The man looked at her carefully and said, “This path is dangerous. If you take this charm, don’t look back. Even if someone calls your name, don’t turn. If you do, your life will change forever.”
Tracy nodded quickly. “I won’t look back. Just give it to me.”
The man gave her the charm, and Tracy left with her heart full of darkness.
As she walked through the bush path, fear and excitement mixed inside her. Suddenly, she heard a male voice behind her.
“Tracy, how are you doing today?”
Her heart jumped, but she remembered the warning. She did not look back.
Then the voice came again, softer, sweeter.
“It’s me, my queen. It’s the prince—your prince—the man you want.”
Tracy’s heart exploded with hope and desire.
The prince?
Forgetting the warning, forgetting everything, she turned back.
The moment she did, her eyes changed. She screamed. Her mind broke like glass.
Tracy ran wildly, shouting and laughing at the same time. She ran straight to the palace, burst into the king’s presence, and fell to the ground crying. She confessed everything—how she planned to take Joy’s place, how she went for a charm to destroy her.
“It was greed. It was the devil. Forgive me!”
The king stood in shock, unable to speak.
Before anyone could stop her, Tracy suddenly jumped up and ran out of the palace, laughing and crying, disappearing into the bush, lost to the very evil she had chosen.
And in the village, Joy stood peacefully, unaware of the storm that had just ended behind her, as destiny protected the one who chose kindness over greed.
A month later, Joy and the prince got married.
Joy wore a beautiful traditional outfit, but what made her shine most was her smile—soft, peaceful, and full of gratitude. The prince looked proud and happy. Not proud in a vain way, but proud like a man who had finally found the right woman.
After the wedding, Joy moved in with the prince, and they lived happily. She did not become proud because she married royalty. She kept her simple heart. She still helped people, still respected elders, and still cared for those who had nobody. The prince loved her even more because of that.
Their home was filled with peace, laughter, and love.
Not long after, Joy’s aunt came crying. She was ashamed. She knelt and begged for forgiveness, confessing how she had insulted Joy, threatened her, and treated her like a burden.
“My daughter,” she cried, “I was wicked. I was blind. Please forgive me.”
Joy looked at her and remembered all the pain. But she also remembered her own heart.
She lifted her aunt gently and said, “I forgive you.”
Her aunt cried harder, not because she was punished, but because she was forgiven.
Joy told her, “Let’s move forward. Just change.”
And from that day, Joy’s story became a living lesson in the village:
Goodness may be delayed, but it never dies.
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