There is a tree somewhere in Igbo land…
They say it has no leaves.
No shade.
No life around it.
No grass dares grow at its feet.
No bird rests on its branches.
Even the wind seems to pass it gently, as if unwilling to linger.
At first, you might think—it is just a tree.
Dry. Forgotten. Ordinary.
But the elders say otherwise.
They say… not everything that stands alone is empty.
Some things are simply left alone.
Children are warned not to go near it.
Not because it moves…
Not because it speaks…
But because of what is felt in its presence.
A silence that is too deep.
A stillness that watches.
Some say the ground refuses life there.
Others say the tree itself takes more than it gives.
And then there are those who believe…
It is not about the tree at all.
Maybe it is a reminder.
That there are places in life where:
– Growth stops
– Voices fade
– And something unseen quietly takes hold
Not everything dangerous makes noise.
Not everything empty is harmless.
So tell me…
Is it just a tree—
Affected by nature, soil, and time?
Or is it something more…
A warning left standing where words once failed?
👇 What do YOU think?
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