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Chapter 4: Breaking the Chains
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The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 27: Strings of Sacrifice
The morning cracked open with the sound of wood splintering. Daniel was already at work, hammer steady, as if each nail kept the room from falling apart. Promise watched him for a moment before leaving the mat. He did not look up, but he knew. “Today is heavy,” he said simply.Promise nodded. The day of the show had arrived, and she was the opener. A new kind of thunder waited for her, one made of music, cameras, and eyes. She washed at the tap, feeling the compound’s gaze follow her again—neighbors whispering, children pausing mid-play, women tilting their chins with judgment. Lagos was always watching, and today its eyes felt sharper.At the doorway, Daniel placed a small coil of twine in her hand. Rough, ordinary, it smelled faintly of wood dust. “For emergencies nobody will see,” he said. “Sometimes beauty needs something homely to hold it up.”Promise tucked it into her bag, kissed his cheek, and stepped into the chaos of the city.Backstage at Echelon was another world—mirrors b
The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 26: The Eyes That Judge
The city woke before the sun. Radios crackled, slippers slapped, and a preacher’s voice tested its strength against the morning air. Promise rose into the noise, feeling Lagos open its thousand eyes, each one measuring her.At the compound tap, women queued with buckets. One rinsed her face and whispered something to the other, who lifted her chin toward Promise. Their gazes lingered like hands on her shoulders. A man sweeping the corridor muttered, “Lagos will humble anybody who thinks she is special.” A child darted past, kicking a tyre, pausing to look at her blouse with something between awe and suspicion. Even the baby strapped to its mother’s back turned its wide eyes her way, as though the whole compound had joined in a silent chorus: We see you now. Prove yourself.Promise carried the water back to the room, the pail heavy but the eyes heavier. Daniel sat at his bench, shaping wood, sawdust softening the air.“Eyes again?” he asked, not looking up.“Everywhere,” she said.“Let
The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 25: A Seat at the Table
The morning did not wait for her to recover. It came with the unrelenting insistence of Lagos, tugging at her eyelids with light, stirring the streets below with bus horns and hawkers’ calls. The gown from last night still hung against the wall like an echo, sequins dulled by daylight, yet Promise could not look at it without feeling her chest swell again. Daniel had told her she was remembered. She held onto that word like bread, refusing to let it slip away.Her phone rang before she could draw a full breath. The number was strange.“Promise Nwoko?” A voice sharp, precise.“Yes.”“This is Adaeze. Be at Echelon by nine. A designer’s breakfast. Selected models only. If you want a seat at the table, you’ll be there.”The line cut. No greeting, no explanation. Just command.Promise lowered the phone slowly, as if it were hot. Daniel watched her closely, his expression unreadable.“What happened?”“She called me,” Promise whispered. “Adaeze. She said there’s a seat at the table.”Daniel’
The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 24: Beneath the Neon Sky
The night in Lagos was never truly dark. Even when the moon hid behind clouds, the city glowed—neon lights flickering above streets swollen with hawkers, buses, and music that refused to sleep. Lagos wore its chaos like sequins, loud and unapologetic. For Promise, the city was both battlefield and stage.She stood outside a club in Victoria Island, her simple dress clinging to her from the humid air. The invitation had come suddenly—slipped to her at the agency after practice. A thin card with gold letters: Model’s Night. Entry by invite only. Midnight.Daniel had frowned when she showed him. “Promise, this no be our level yet. Clubs like this, they swallow girls.”Promise held the card to her chest. “And they also spit out stars. If I don’t go, I may never be seen.”So she had come, though her heart trembled beneath her calm face.The club throbbed with music as soon as she stepped in. Lights pulsed across the dance floor, painting bodies in red, green, and blue. Men in tailored suits
The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 23: The Language of Survival
The rain had not stopped for three days in Lagos. It fell like a stubborn drummer’s beat, steady, merciless, drowning out even the loudest bus horns and the cries of street hawkers. The streets shimmered with oily water, gullies overflowing, plastic bottles floating like weary travellers with nowhere to go. For Promise, the rain was more than weather—it was a test. Lagos seemed to be asking her: Howw badly do you want this dream?She stood at the window of their one-room apartment in Ajegunle, watching the water rise outside. Daniel had balanced a rusted tin basin beneath the drip in the roof, but the water overflowed quickly, spilling onto the cracked cement floor. Their mat was already damp. Their clothes smelled of mildew. The room reeked of survival—wet clothes, kerosene fumes, and stubborn hope.Promise pressed her notebook against her chest as if its pages could keep her dry. It was no longer just a collection of sketches, addresses, and rejection slips. It was her gospel. On nig
The Girl Who Broke the Silence Chapter 22: Mirrors and Masks
The morning came with a thin gray light that crept into Ajegunle as though the sun itself was reluctant to rise. Promise washed her face in a plastic bowl, the water gray from yesterday’s use, and tied her hair back with trembling fingers. The slip of Adaeze’s note rested under her pillow, folded neat, as though it were scripture.Daniel was already at his workbench, planing wood in steady strokes. He didn’t look up when he spoke. “You’ll go again today.”It was not a question.“Yes,” Promise whispered.He paused, wiping sweat from his brow, then said softly, “Don’t let them take your eyes. That’s where your strength sits.”Promise tucked his words into her chest and left.At Echelon, the training hall had been transformed. The tables were pushed back, and tall mirrors leaned against the walls, each one catching slivers of light from the high windows. They multiplied the girls into endless rows of reflections, as though the room were crowded with versions of themselves—some sharper, s
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