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EPISODE 26 \u2013 Skill Is Another Kind Freedom<\/strong><\/h2>\n

The morning Lagos sun hit the dusty streets, but I didn\u2019t mind. Today felt different \u2014 lighter, like I could breathe in a way I hadn\u2019t for months. My secret meetings with the church woman had begun to teach me things I had forgotten: hope, strategy, patience.<\/p>\n

She had suggested I learn a skill \u2014 something that could make me independent without relying on anyone who might trap me again. Catering. Cooking. Small beginnings, she said, but powerful.<\/p>\n

At first, I was hesitant. Lagos kitchens were hot, noisy, and intimidating. I had barely touched a frying pan in my life outside home. But I remembered my mother\u2019s hands, her gentle teaching when I was young, and I decided to try.<\/p>\n

The first week, I burned rice, spilled stew, and nearly cut my fingers on sharp knives. But she laughed gently, never mocking, always encouraging:
\n\u201cNo be how you start, na how you continue. Small small, you go dey perfect.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

By the second week, I could cook rice without burning it, fry akara like a pro, and even bake small chin-chin. I began selling to neighbors quietly \u2014 a plate here, a small package there. The money was small, almost laughable, but it felt like freedom. My hands were earning, my mouth selling, my mind planning.<\/p>\n

For the first time in months, I felt my own power. No one had given it to me; no one was holding it over my head. I could feed myself. I could move without asking permission. I could breathe.<\/p>\n

Evenings, I returned to my small room in Agege, counting naira notes, feeling a sense of accomplishment stronger than any comfort he had ever offered. I whispered to myself: \u201cSkill is freedom, small but true.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

But freedom always carries risk in Lagos. I noticed him sometimes watching more carefully, his questions sharper:
\n\u201cWhere you dey go? Wetin you dey do all day?\u201d<\/em>
\nI smiled and lied, keeping my small independence hidden for now.<\/p>\n

This small skill became my secret shield \u2014 a way to survive, plan, and hope. Lagos was still dangerous, but now I had a weapon he could not touch: my hands, my mind, my work.<\/p>\n

Episode 27 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\nNkiru\u2019s small catering business grows. A customer notices her talent and offers a small catering contract. But her \u201cbenefactor\u201d begins suspecting she is hiding something, tension builds.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 27)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n