Edio Yenye Shavu

Across the market, a woman named Linda watched in disbelief. Her own stall stood nearly empty. Hands trembling, she knocked over a bowl of stew in frustration. “How… how is this possible?” she whispered to herself, glaring at the crowd around Mama Taye. “Every customer I had… gone! All of them!” Mama Taye, unaware of the storm brewing, served another customer with a gentle smile. “Here you go, my dear. Enjoy every bite.”