The bleeding country Nigeria

Previously

…“Amara?” he said, his voice raspy. “It’s Adewale. I need to talk to you. It’s important.” He listened to her hesitant reply, the fear palpable even through the phone line. He understood. He had seen the consequences of speaking out. But he was out of options. And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that his narrow escape had only brought him closer to the precipice. The bleeding country was drowning, and he, Adewale, was about to dive into its deepest, darkest currents. The Oracle’s reach was far, but perhaps, just perhaps, there were others who had felt its icy grip, others who were willing to fight back. The question was, could they do it before they were all consumed?