#theinkwellprompt

Every morning at exactly 6:15, Mama Adaeze stood by the window and watched the road. Nobody knew why. She lived alone in the old yellow house at the end of Odu Street, the one with the rusted gate and

I never thought I would be a witness. Not in court. Not for a crime. But as a witness to a life coming back. My name is Zainab and I am a witness to Aisha's return. Aisha is my neighbor in Bauchi. We grew

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