Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

What if you were in the subcontinent during British Empire rule… You walk through a crowded bazaar, feeling a world controlled by others. You read a notice in a foreign language, realizing the rules aren’t yours. You watch your homeland from a train, changed yet still familiar. You face authority in silence, the weight of control pressing on you. You sit by a dim lantern, holding onto hope for change