The bleeding country Nigeria

Previously

…Charged. The bead in his hand was a tangible link to the unknown, a promise of answers, and a chilling premonition of danger. He looked back at the scattered papers, the faces staring up at him. The Oracle’s game was unfolding, and Adewale Adeyemi, the journalist haunted by his own ghosts, was now a player in its deadly theatre. The bleeding country was crying out, and he, with his meager clues and relentless heart, was listening. The night was falling, and with it, the shadows would deepen, and the whispers would grow louder. He knew, with a certainty that settled cold in his gut, that he was closer than ever to the truth, and closer than ever to the abyss.