Òyì nke e mepụtara

If.That word mattered.Because it meant I had a choice.Stay silent… Or fight back.And for the first time in my life.I chose myself.We gathered everything. Proof. Documents. Transactions.Every lie. turned into evidence.And then we did something simple.We put it all… in one folder. Clean. Organized. Deadly. Because sometimes Truth doesn’t need to be loud. It just needs to be seen. One week later… I went back. But this time I wasn’t scared. I was ready. They were waiting. Same table. Same people. Di