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a room. At night, Ife would talk about abroad, about London, about how Nigeria was not made for serious people.
One night, she lay on her back, fanning herself with an old magazine, staring at the ceiling like it had offended her.
“Adesuwa, I need to leave this country. Honestly.”
“Mm.”
“You are not hearing me. London, Canada, Dubai, anywhere that is not continue reading …
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