EPISODE: 2

• Then Esther, then a younger girl named Grace. Grace was just 13. a quiet day student who always went straight home after school. She lived with her parents just five streets away from the school. Her mother works for Mr. Daniel’s wife at her restaurant. That Thursday morning, Mr.
• Daniel had called her out of morning devotion. “You, Grace, come see me after break time.” Her friends giggled and nudged her. “Maybe you’re getting a prize,” one whispered. or he wants to recommend you for scripture union. But when Grace came out of the office almost 30 minutes later, she wasn’t the same. She didn’t talk. She didn’t look at anyone and she walked funny, one leg dragging slightly, her steps slow, her face pale.
• That evening at home, her mother noticed the stains first blood on her uniform and most painfully in her underwear. Grace, her mother cried. What happened? The girl broke down. She couldn’t speak for several minutes. Then through gasps and tears, she said it. It was Mr. Daniel. Silence. Her father sat up straight.
• What did you say? He told me to sit down. Then he locked the door. He said he needed to check me. He said, “God.” But before she could finish, her mother slapped her. Shut up. Her father stood up, too. Don’t ever repeat that nonsense again. Mr. Daniel, that godly man. That is the devil talking. They rushed her to the small private hospital on the edge of town.
• The nurse gave them a look after the exam. This child has been violated recently, but even with medical confirmation, her parents refused to believe it was the headmaster. They said maybe it was another student or something she’s hiding from us. Mr. Daniel is not capable of such evil. Grace didn’t fight them.
• She just sat on the hospital bed staring at the wall, silent, small, broken, and still the town of Bethany Hill praised Mr. Daniel. He is raising those girls well. One church elder said, “Such discipline, such humility. Mary didn’t speak for days. She attended class. She answered questions when called. But something had changed. She no longer stayed behind for choir rehearsals.
• She no longer laughed when her friend Deborah told silly jokes during break. Her eyes, once bright and innocent, now carried a weight number 14year-old should have to bear. Her mother, Abigail, noticed the shift, but thought it was stress. You’ve been studying too much, Mary. Rest small. But Mary wasn’t tired from books. Every time she passed the headmaster’s office, her heart pounded.

EPISODE: 3

• She avoided his eyes during morning assembly. When he spoke about purity or obedience during devotion, she wanted to scream, but she stayed quiet because who would believe her? How do you accuse a man like Mr. Daniel Ajayi, someone even her parents respected? But the pain inside her kept growing until one day she could no longer carry it alone.
• During computer studies, she slipped a small folded paper to Auntie Ruth, the school secretary, just as she passed behind her desk. Ruth glanced at the girl’s eyes, dark, swollen with tears that hadn’t fallen. Something told her not to ignore it. After the lesson, Ruth locked her office and opened the note. In small, shaky handwriting, it read, “Auntie Ruth, please don’t ignore this.
• He’s doing things in his office, not just to me.” Her heart skipped. She read it again slowly. Her hands trembled slightly. For a moment, Ruth sat frozen in her chair. Mr. Daniel was her boss. He had interviewed her himself when she joined Living Word Academy 8 years ago. He often quoted scriptures during staff meetings.
• He always said, “We must be guardians of these children. Could it all have been a lie?” She folded the note, placed it gently in her drawer, and whispered to herself, “Lord, if this is what I think it is, help me do the right thing.” That evening, Ruth went to the girl’s dormatory. She told the matron she wanted to speak to Mary privately.
• In the small corner of the school garden, where no one could hear them, she held Mary’s hand and said softly, “Tell me everything from the beginning. Don’t be afraid.” Mary shook her head at first, but then she saw the gentleness in Auntie Ruth’s eyes, a softness that reminded her of her mother before the fear. So she spoke. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
• Her voice cracked. Ruth listened. Every word, every pause, every moment Mary couldn’t say out loud, but let out in silence. By the time Mary was done, Ruth’s blouse was soaked with the girl’s tears. After Mary’s confession, Auntie Ruth couldn’t sleep. She lay on her mattress in the small school quarters, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily.
• What she had heard wasn’t just wrong. It was evil. And worse, it wasn’t only about Mary. The next morning, Ruth arrived at school earlier than usual. She walked past the gates, past the chapel, straight to her office, her mind racing. She opened her drawer and read Mary’s note again. Then she carefully tore a blank sheet of paper and began to write a list.

EPISODE: 4

• Mary, Deborah, Esther, Grace, these were the girls she’d seen visiting Mr. Daniel’s office over the past few weeks. She didn’t know how many others. But she knew this. If what Mary said was true, then this was no longer a school matter. It was a crime. And if she took this to the wrong person, it would vanish before anything could be done.
• So she began quietly. During lunch breaks, she called the girls one by one. Each time she sat across from them, looked into their eyes and asked gently, “Did Mr. Daniel ever make you uncomfortable?” At first, they shook their heads, denied, looked away. But Ruth was patient. She didn’t rush them. She just made them feel safe.
• And slowly, the truth began to crack through the silence. Deborah, quiet and polite, started crying before she could even speak. Esther confessed in whispers. By the end of that week, Ruth had spoken to six girls. Six different stories, one horrifying pattern, and one common fear. No one will believe me. Mr. Daniel had built a wall of respect around himself so strong, even his victims felt guilty.
• It made Ruth sick. She wanted to scream, but she kept calm. She needed proof, not just stories. So, she made a plan. She gave each girl a small paper diary. She told them, “Write everything, the time, the date, what he said, where he touched you. Don’t leave anything out.” And one night, when everyone was asleep, Ruth snuck into the ICT lab and used her office password to access the staff surveillance logs.
• Most of the cameras didn’t work. faulty wires, dead batteries. But one, a hidden hallway cam, had a short clip from 3 weeks ago. It showed Mary entering the headm’s office at 3:41 p.m. She didn’t come out until 5:12 p.m. Ruth took a screenshot and saved it. It wasn’t hard evidence, but it was something. The more she looked, the more she found.
• By Sunday, Ruth had a full envelope of notes, screenshots, and testimonies. The question wasn’t if she should report it. The question was who could she trust. The headmaster was respected, loved, powerful. She was just the secretary. And if she made the wrong move, she might lose everything. Her job, her home, even her safety.
• Monday morning, the sky was heavy with gray clouds. As if the heavens knew what was about to happen. Ruth didn’t dress like usual. She wore her neatest blue blouse, combed her hair carefully, and slipped the envelope of evidence into her brown handbag. She didn’t eat breakfast. Her stomach was tight with fear. She had prayed all night.
• Lord, I don’t know what will happen today, but give me courage. Let the truth come out. At 7:45 a.m., she stepped into the school compound and walked straight to the staff room. She waited for Mr. Daniel to arrive calm, smiling, holding his leather Bible and his usual flask of hot tea. He greeted everyone warmly. God bless you. Good morning.

EPISODE: 5

• He walked into his office, humming softly. 10 minutes later, Ruth slipped out and walked to the admin block. She went straight to Mrs. Nango, a strict, nononsense inspector from the state’s Ministry of Education who had visited their school once during a sanitation check. She knew the woman didn’t joke with school rules or children’s safety.
• “Madam, good morning,” Ruth said as she stepped into her office. “Mrs. Nwango looked up.” “Ah, Secretary Ruth, what brings you here so early?” Ruth sat down, placed the envelope on her desk, and said slowly, “Ma, I have something to report, something serious about headmaster Daniel.” The woman leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
• Ruth opened the envelope and started talking. One by one, she laid out the handwritten testimonies. She showed screenshots, diary entries, the hallway camera footage. Mrs. Nango sat back, stunned. “Are you sure about all this?” “I didn’t want to believe it either,” Ruth said. The woman picked up her phone. Within minutes, she had called a team of officials from the Ministry of Education and a child protection officer from the police.
• We’re coming to the school today, she said. Keep this quiet. We don’t want him to suspect anything. Ruth nodded. Her hands were shaking, but her heart was at peace. It had begun. By noon, three cars rolled into Living Word Academy. No sirens, no noise, just quiet uniforms and serious faces. Mr.
• Daniel was called to the main office. Ruth watched from a window as he walked in, still smiling until he saw the government badges. Within minutes, the school was tense. Teachers whispered. Students were confused. Mr. Daniel was escorted to his office and officials began questioning him. Later that afternoon, four of the girls, including Mary and Deborah, were taken to a safe room where female officers listened to their full stories.
• And for the first time, they were believed. At 5:10 p.m., Mr. Daniel Aayi was quietly taken out of the school compound. He didn’t say a word. As he entered the back of the black vehicle, he looked up and saw Ruth watching from the corridor. Their eyes met. This time, she didn’t look away. That evening, the entire staff was summoned.
• Parents were informed. The school board was shaken. A temporary headteer was appointed. The news hit a mafe like lightning. Headmaster Daniel Ajayi arrested. Whispers turned into rumors. Students shared quiet glances. Parents demanded answers. Ruth became the center of it all. Some praised her. Others hated her. She destroyed his name.
• She’s just looking for attention. No, she’s finally doing what nobody else had the courage to do. But Ruth never backed down. She told the girls, “You’re not just victims. your survivors. The courtroom was packed. Daniel sat stiffly, Bible in hand, as if nothing had happened. His lawyer spoke loudly. Ruth spoke calmly.
• She shared what she saw, what she heard, and what the girls told her. The judge listened. Some of the girls testified, too. Their voices were shaky, but their words were clear. Truth spilled out like water from a dam that had been sealed too long. One girl cried and said, “He said I’d go to hell if I told.
• ” The lawyer tried to blame Ruth. Are you sure you’re not doing this out of revenge? She replied quietly. Sometimes people stay silent because they’re scared. But silence protects no one. By the final day of the trial, the judge read the verdict. Guilty. Daniel was sentenced to 15 years in prison.