I saw her dragging a body wrapped in a bloody cloth behind her buka. But she didn’t see me. And that night… the meat in my soup had a bitter taste. That was the night everything changed. My name is Okey — short for Okechukwu, but nobody calls me that unless I’m in trouble. I was born and raised in a small village called
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