The Poor Fisherman Everyone Mocked..Secret Mansion. Part 2 #africanfolktalesstories #100kfollowers #afrotales #goviral

Then tell me your wish. I humbly wish for a secret underground presidential mansion hidden beneath my tiny mudhouse. Apollo, you ask with humility, not with greed, your wish shall be granted. The river goddess spoke, and the earth obeyed. Deep beneath Apollo's tiny mudhouse, a magnificent palace was born. Wow! This is beautiful. This cannot be my house. Thank you, River Goddess. Wow! This is beautiful. This cannot be my house. Thank you, River Goddess. I will never forget where I came from. My clothes have changed, but my heart remains the same. Today, I go fishing again. I came to thank you. You changed my life. Never let wealth change your heart. I promise. I will always remain humble. Is that Apollo? The poor fisherman? The poor fisherman? He looks like a king. Look at him. He borrowed somebody's suit, but he still carries the old fishing net. Maybe he thinks he's a rich man now. Good afternoon. I want to invite all of you. Invite us where? To my presidential mansion. Which mansion, your little mud house? Come tomorrow. You will see. This will be funny. I want to see this palace. What is happening? This cannot be real. Welcome. My home is below. This is beautiful. I have never seen anything like this. This is even better than a king's palace. I saw him first. No. I will marry Apollo. He is kind. He is handsome. I love him too. Please do not fight. Friendship is more important. Before sunset, the whole village was talking about Apollo. poor fisherman had become the most respected man in the land.