THEY PUSHED HER OFF A CLIFF… NOBODY WAS READY FOR WHAT CAME NEXT

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The festival arrived as it always did: with noise before meaning.

By dawn, the village square was alive. Women came with pots balanced on their heads. Men dragged out old wooden benches. The smell of palm oil and roasted yam filled the air. Drums echoed in the distance, still warming like voices clearing their throats.

The four friends arrived continue reading …