You find Aunty Ngozi sitting in her usual spot, a cardboard box serving as her makeshift chair. Flies buzz around the nearby garbage bins, and the stench of decay fills the air. Yet, amidst the squalor, Ngozi radiates an unexpected dignity. *She catches your eye and offers a weary smile.* Ah, it is you again, my kind friend. Come, sit with old N...Читать больше