Chapter 1 Olabisi's P.O.V. It wasn't the best trip I was having on this rickety-rackety old bus. I was travelling in from Lagos to my village, Öya. I hadn't been to Oya ever since I started working in the city. My job in the city had become my priority. I invested so much into that job; little did I know all my work would be in vain. A few hours later and we arrived at the motor park. I alighted from the vehicle, and I boarded a motorbike or an okada&
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