February 27, 2026
Uncle Martey was enjoying a quiet night on his veranda in Navrongo.
The moon hung lazily in the Upper East sky.
The air was calm.
The world was quiet.
Then—
Footsteps.
Rapid.
Urgent.
“Nafisa?” he murmured.
She burst into the compound — breathless, restless, almost offended by life itself.