In the President Villa last Tuesday, the day began much like any other. Chilly mornings with domestic staff watering plants and raking dead leaves. The first light of day reflected off the massive Aso Rock, while the Vervet monkeys roamed the streets for their morning runs before vehicular traffic intensified.
Inside, you could hear the silence broken by the bird chirps, peacock calls, and the rustling of leaves. Yet, from that peaceful…
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