Episode 7

The year turned, and with it, the rhythm of Ogun's life shifted. The echoes of instability, once distant rumblings, now felt like a familiar hum beneath the surface of daily existence. His family, a steadfast anchor in the swirling currents of national change, continued to navigate the ebb and flow of fortune. The laughter of his siblings, the quiet strength in his mother’s eyes, the weathered hands of his father – these were the constants that grounded him. He found himself observing not just the grand pronouncements from distant political arenas, but the subtle shifts in his own neighborhood. The price of yams at the market, the hushed conversations of elders, the way the children's games sometimes faltered when resources grew scarce – these were the real stories, the ones that etched themselves onto his understanding of the world. He saw how his parents, with a grace that belied the strain, stretched what little they had, their love a boundless currency.

It was during this period, as the nation wrestled with its identity, that Ogun felt the first stirrings of a profound