Òyì nke e mepụtara

Over time… that quiet possibility… begins to settle… like a thought… that refuses to leave… Not urgent… Not loud… But steady… Like water… finding its path… through even the smallest space… Above… new plans are drawn… Lines on paper… simple at first… then more certain… Paths that curve… instead of stopping… Channels that connect… instead of ending… And though the workers below… do not see these plans… They begin to feel… something shift… Very slightly… The flow… moves with a little less stru