CHAPTER 16 : THE FABRIC OF RESISTANCE

The dry season came early.

Dust clung to the Lagos skyline like an unfinished sketch, blurring the sun and roughening the air. Inside the Naked Stitch compound, the sewing machines buzzed like restless wasps. There was urgency in the rhythm now—no longer survival, but assertion. A determination to ...

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