Chapter 52 Akinwande's Descent

Jidenna's fingers traced the frayed edges of a rebel flag, his eyes fixed on the stars above. The night breeze carried his somber words to the quiet surroundings. "We stood by his side, proud to fight for his vision of a brighter future. We believed in the cause, the unity he professed." His voice grew distant, memories mingling with regret. "But unity under his rule meant blind obedience, and that's not what we fought for."

Ngozi's brush danced across a canvas, vibrant colors blending together in a dance of emotion. As each stroke formed a tapestry of color, she murmured softly to herself, "His art was a smokescreen, a tool to distract us from the erosion of our freedom." Her voice held both sorrow and resilience, her brushwork reflecting the complex emotions she struggled to convey.