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EPISODE 25 \u2013 Church Woman Wey Dey See Pain<\/strong><\/h2>\n

It was a Sunday morning, Lagos heavy with heat and noise. I had sneaked out of the house early, pretending to visit a friend, but really just trying to breathe the city air without being watched. My stomach was empty, my mind racing, and my chest felt tight with a mixture of fear and frustration.<\/p>\n

As I walked past one small church tucked between two shops, I saw her \u2014 a woman in her late forties, calm, with eyes that seemed to look straight through me. She was sweeping the church compound, humming a hymn softly.<\/p>\n

When I passed, she called out:
\n\u201cChild, where you dey go so early? You look tired for body and for mind.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I hesitated. Lagos had taught me not to trust strangers, especially women who seemed too kind. But something about her tone \u2014 gentle, but knowing \u2014 made me stop.<\/p>\n

\u201cNa nothing, aunty\u2026 just dey waka small,\u201d<\/em> I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n

She stepped closer, eyes soft but piercing.
\n\u201cI no dey believe that. You dey carry something heavy. Na pain I see for your face. Come sit, make we talk small.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I wanted to walk away. I wanted to pretend I was fine. But exhaustion and loneliness weighed me down. I sat on the low wall near the church entrance. She handed me a bottle of water and offered a small, comforting smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo be easy, child. Sometimes life go teach us lessons wey we no expect. But you fit survive. You fit shine again. You dey suffer because you dey carry chains wey no be your own.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Her words struck me. She didn\u2019t ask for details, didn\u2019t pry too much, but she gave me hope \u2014 a quiet, steady light I hadn\u2019t felt in months.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you need small place to stay, or even advice, come find me after service,\u201d<\/em> she said.
\n\u201cNo fear Lagos too much. Sometimes, God place people for our way just to guide small.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I nodded, swallowing hard. Her kindness was like a balm, softening the fear that had lodged deep in my bones. I realized that maybe \u2014 just maybe \u2014 help could come from unexpected places, and that survival didn\u2019t always mean facing Lagos alone.<\/p>\n

As I walked away, I felt a small spark of courage. I could begin planning again, quietly. I could find allies. I could, slowly, start reclaiming my life.<\/p>\n

Episode 26 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\nNkiru starts secretly meeting the church woman, learning about safe ways to survive and regain independence. But he begins noticing small absences and becomes suspicious.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 26)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n