"Oga Tunde, abeg, the game don start nah," whispered Emmanuel, a teenager leaning against the fridge, his eyes darting between Tunde’s phone and the small TV mounted high on the wall. The crowd outside was roaring; the atmosphere was thick with the smell of damp earth and stale beer.
Then, a vibration. A soft ding .
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