Owoje's Secret Part 1

In the quiet town of Owoje, where hunger wore perfume and suffering learned to smile.

Lived Amara. Amara was exhausted. Exhausted from borrowing. From waiting. From watching miracles

happen to people who never prayed. Girls her age flaunting new bodies. Wigs,

foreign accents, sudden wealth. No jobs. No stories. Just captions that

said: God did. In Owoje, nobody asked how. One night,

under a flickering streetlight, her friend whispered. Luck did not find them.

They paid for it. Amara laughed too loudly. There is a

man at the edge of Owoje. He makes girls rise. No delays.