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Dear Amaka,
We had no money, no plan—just youth and Wi-Fi. That day at Nike Lake, we got lost, rained on, and nearly scammed by a keke guy who claimed he was a “tour guide.” You cried when your phone died. I laughed when my shoe tore. But we ended the day eating suya by the water, drenched but alive, talking like the world paused for us.
That day taught me: life rarely goes as planned, but the mess often becomes the memory.
So here’s to chaos, courage, and coconut head choices—sometimes, they lead us to peace.