But they knew all too well that the old guard — those who had grown fat on decades of exploitation — would not release their grip without a fight. The question lingered: Would the future belong to the young, or would these relics — the Neanderthals — drag the nation into oblivion?
It was a sweltering afternoon in Gbagada, the air thick with despair and frustration. Adamu sat by the roadside, wiping beads of sweat from his brow, his cracked hands trembling from hunger….
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