الصوت المشترك

The years didn’t stop… But this time… they didn’t just pass. They happened. — He didn’t just leave the street… He left Lagos. Abuja gave him distance. A new life. A quiet escape. He tried love again. She was good to him… But sometimes, mid-conversation, his mind would drift— Back to Lagos. Back to 6:30 pm. Back to her. — She didn’t stay the same either. She built a life in Ikeja. A business. A version of herself that looked complete. She laughed more… But at night… she still reme