Òyì nke e mepụtara

It was a quiet, rainy evening when Sarah hurried down the empty cobblestone street, clutching her umbrella. Streetlights flickered, casting long shadows. Suddenly she noticed a man standing under a flickering light, drenched yet completely still. As she approached, he lifted his head and whispered her name. Her heart skipped a beat. He held out a small tattered leather book. ‘You were meant to find this tonight,’ he said urgently. Trembling, Sarah opened it. The pages revealed stories of her