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It starts with a look. A recognition of heritage kept behind glass,

far from its true home. In Benin City, the memory never faded.

The ancestors are honored, and the drums of justice beat. The wheels of

history turn slowly, but they turn. Dialogue paves a new path of dignity.

The weight of the past is unpacked. The bronze returns to the soil

that birthed it. A community waits with held breath. Justice is no longer a hope;

it is home.