Chapter 21 The Loom of the Future

The red dust of Ogun State still clung to the hem of Pearl’s linen trousers as she stood at the edge of the village square, watching the first light of dawn break over the canopy. Aiyetoro was waking up. The rhythmic, percussive sound of the looms—the heartbeat she had come to adore—began to echo...

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