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Chapter 8: Fire in the Rough

Penulis: Ms_lardeh
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The city was relentless. By the third month in Lagos, Promise had learned its rhythm the way one learns the pulse of a drum — through repetition, noise, and survival. Lagos never whispered; it screamed, and you either found your voice in the chaos or became another shadow swallowed by it.

Every day began with sweat. Ajegunle mornings were a cacophony of vendors balancing trays of bread on their heads, of children chasing each other barefoot through puddles, of the metallic groan of danfos loading passengers. Daniel would rise first, washing his face in a cracked plastic bowl, his silence filled with determination. Promise followed, tying her scarf tight, her notebook tucked in her bag like a talisman.

That notebook had become her scripture. Inside it were pages of rejection slips, addresses of agencies, and sketches of runways. Every “no” had a date beside it. Every failure had become a tally mark, a stone in the wall she was building against despair. Yet on the last page, in bold,
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