After it rained, the air was filled with the smell of dust and water. The women gathered around the oil lamps. The fire burning from the aluminium cover of the bottle that once housed a tonic syrup before it’s present fuel content, struggled to remain as the illuminating source in the stall as the breeze blew at it. Cold descended and inhabited the stall.The little children clasped their wrappers around their small bodies and shivered. Adeyemi gazed at the wooly lumps of the sky, they were dark with shades of deep ash. A young boy among the children carried his tray and walked out of the shed they were all staying into the dark market. “ it is better if we all leave now o, before it starts raining again” someone said among the women. Adeyemi shook his head and picked up his bag. He walked slowly with his eyes trained on the asphalt road. The vehicles were driving on high speed, throwing sprays of mudwater at the drenched pedestrians. maybe nature has gone mad , he thought. Everything is so strange including this rain at this time in december . As if the clowds listened to his heart, it rumbled and the wind began to race through the street again, taking with it:papers, plastic food bags and dust. The festive air was still present, but faint like a distant cry. The new year would soon emerge like a yellow chick, discarding the shell of the previous year , but that would happen a day away. The leather shoe Adeyemi wore sucked in water as he wade through the erosion across the edge of the asphalt. He stood for a while before he walked across the road, splashing water on his trouser as he did. He was weighed down with fatigue when he got to his flat. He slid his key into the lock and opened it slowly. The smell of his room welcomed him, the smell of 𝒆𝒗𝒂 soap and starch spray. His designing job always returned with him to his house. Cloths and cloths of customers kept feeding the pile on the board.The cloths in his bag would add up to the loads on his laundry board. He sat on his bed with his hand over his forehead, casting a shadow over his left eye and fell asleep. And then…………………. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 . 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 , 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭, 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 , 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 , 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺? 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 , 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 , 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮: “𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵: “ 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙡” 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. “ 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚 , 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 , 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 “ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. “𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 “ 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. “ I 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 I 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙖𝙩 . “ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. “ 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙤” 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯? 𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥. “ 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 : 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙙. 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮” “ 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨