Scene – Breakfast Table, MorningThe kitchen smelled of fresh akara and buttered bread. Greg flipped pancakes while Helena tried to stop Leo from stealing bites off the pan.“Stop it,” she scolded, slapping his hand.“I’m quality testing,” Leo said with a mouthful. “Very professional.”Tessy walked in wearing sunglasses and holding a bottle of orange juice. “If I don’t eat soon, I’m throwing Leo out the window.”Greg handed her a plate. “Emergency carbs, coming through.”They settled around the table, munching noisily.“So,” Helena said between bites, “what’s the plan today?”Tessy grinned. “I heard there’s a local market not far from here. Handmade stuff, palm wine, music…”Leo sat straighter. “Did you say palm wine?”Greg chuckled. “Let’s go.”Scene – Ibadan Artisan Market, Late MorningThe streets bustled with color and sound—vendors calling out prices, kids weaving through the crowds, the air filled with spice and sweat and excitement.Helena wandered off to admire handcrafted jew
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