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Is the American Dream just an illusion?
Bayo, an outsider with a sharp mind, is thrust into the complex reality of American life. Here, ideals clash with harsh realities, and survival hinges on navigating a world of power struggles and hidden agendas. Bayo's perspective challenges the status quo, forcing him to confront societal injustices and question the very essence of the American Dream. Will his fight for eternal freedom shield him or lead him down a dangerous path?
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Disclaimer
This story is a blend of history and imagination. While I've approached the time period of 1947-1950s with respect, I've also taken creative liberties to craft a compelling narrative. Names, actions, and even some cultural references are fictionalized for storytelling purposes.
Think of it as a tribute to Yoruba culture, not a strict historical account. My aim is to spark interest and understanding, not mislead.

Can You Really Survive In America?

Chapter 72: Suya, Secrets, and Supernatural Visions

Bayo's hand froze on the gate latch as Adeola's voice carried over the evening air. He turned, eyebrows rising at the sight of the Yoruba priestess standing on the sidewalk, a mysterious red box tucked under one arm.

"Ẹ kú àárọ̀, my sister," (Good morning, my sister) he greeted, his tone a mixture of surprise and caution. "I... wasn't expecting anyone."

Adeola's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I thought you might want some company after your big day." Her eyes, sharp as ever, scanned Bayo's face. "What trouble are you talking about?"

Bayo's jaw tightened, caught off guard by her perceptiveness. He opened his mouth to deflect, but the aroma wafting from the box Adeola held up stopped him short.

"I brought suya," she said, her eyes twinkling. She shifted, revealing bottles nestled under her other arm. "And something to wash it down with."