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Ebere’s heart slammed against her ribs. She looked around. Two other men near the front were awake — too awake. One kept adjusting his cap, the other rubbing his palm over a leather belt that looked heavier than it should.

As he handed over the envelope and narrated what he saw, Emeka felt the weight lift, even as his pockets remained empty. He walked back to his bike, his phone buzzing again. It was his mother. naijaprey stories