Nestled between a semi-busy highway and a meandering river, Odo-Omo village lies quietly beside the Ogbomoso-Ilorin old road like a famished drunkard. Some metres away from the road, a young boy whistled along a dusty path that leads to the palace of the village head, beaming with a smile. Amid pin-drop silence, an old woman staggered into an almost dilapidated hut facing the road. Directly opposite the hut, a heap of waste and rubbish occupied a small piece of abandoned farmland…
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