Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… some things don’t want to be found.” There’s an old story in my town… About a little girl who never grew up. They say she died in 1963. Collapsed on a carousel… and was buried too quickly. Some believe… she wasn’t dead yet. I used to laugh at that. Until I went there. The fairgrounds were abandoned. Rotting wood. Broken rides. A carousel frozen in place… like it was still waiting for her. At first… nothing. Just my footsteps. Then— t