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When the rain finally spoke
  Everyone in Ajegunle knew Mama Ireti as the woman who never cried. Even when life bent her like a tired broomstick, her eyes stayed dry. She sold roasted corn by the roadside, waking before dawn and returning home long after darkness swallowed the streets. Her hands were always burnt, her wrapper always faded, but her back remained straight. People admired her strength, but no one knew...
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