From Rags To Riches

The opportunity to perform at the birthday party came on a sunny Saturday morning. Mr. Kola, a neighbor known for throwing lavish celebrations, approached Adora while she was buying fruits at the local market.

"I've heard the child sing," he said, glancing at Fumi, who stood quietly by Adora's side. "My daughter's birthday is next weekend. She loves music, and I think your girl would be a wonderful addition to the entertainment."

Adora hesitated, her protective instincts flaring. She knew how cruel the neighborhood could be, and she wasn't sure if Fumi was ready to face such an audience. But when she looked at Fumi, the girl's eyes were filled with eagerness and hope.

"Please, Mama," Fumi said softly. "I want to try."

Adora sighed. "Alright," she said, turning to Mr. Kola. "But only if Fumi feels comfortable."

"Good," Mr. Kola said, a satisfied smile on his face. "I'll see you both next Saturday. Make sure she's ready."

Preparing for the Performance

The week leading up to the party was a whirlwind of preparation. Fumi practiced for hours every day, her fingers gliding over the keys of her small keyboard as she perfected the songs she wanted to perform.

"What if they laugh at me?" Fumi asked one evening as she and Adora sat together.

"They won't," Adora said firmly. "Your voice is a gift, Fumi. Anyone with a heart will hear it and be moved. Don't let fear stop you from sharing it."

Adora did everything she could to make sure Fumi felt confident. She borrowed a simple but clean dress from a kind neighbor and spent an evening altering it to fit Fumi's small frame. When the day of the party arrived, Fumi looked radiant in the pale blue dress, her hair neatly braided and her keyboard tucked under her arm.

"You look beautiful," Adora said, her eyes glistening with pride. "Go out there and show them who you are."

The party was held in Mr. Kola's large compound, which was decorated with colorful balloons and streamers. Children ran around laughing, while adults mingled over drinks and plates of jollof rice. Fumi felt a pang of nervousness as she stepped into the crowd, clutching Adora's hand tightly.

The stares came quickly. People whispered as they recognized Fumi and Adora, their murmurs filled with the same old accusations—witch, cursed child. But Fumi held her head high, remembering Adora's words.

When it was time for her to perform, Mr. Kola introduced her to the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Fumi," he said, gesturing toward her. "She has a special talent, and I promise you won't be disappointed."

Fumi stepped forward, her small frame dwarfed by the crowd. She placed her keyboard on the table and took a deep breath.

Her fingers moved over the keys, and the first notes of a soft, soulful melody filled the air. Then she began to sing.