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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?

Aroni's eyes twinkled with ancient wisdom as he regarded Bayo. The old orisha's weathered face, etched with countless years of experience, bore a knowing smile.

"Ọmọ mi (my child)," Aroni began, his voice rich with the cadence of countless Yoruba proverbs, "it is true that you are helping, but do not mistake this for the orishas' helplessness. They have granted you this chance, this honor."

Bayo's mind wandered to Èsù, the trickster deity whose motives remained as elusive as ever. He opened his mouth to inquire about Èsù, but Aroni raised a gnarled hand, silencing him.

"The orishas," Aroni continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we are not as diminished as you might think. Our limitations lie mainly in our interactions with humans on a grand scale. But make no mistake, ọmọ mi, our power still runs deep."

Crossroads of Destiny