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“I have to,” she said. “The clinic in Port Harcourt said they can test my water samples. If the fish are poisoned, we need to know.”

“This is bad, Eteima. Really bad.”

The chief shook his head slowly. “The companies don’t want that kind of knowing.” eteima bonny wari 23

By noon, the sky turned gray. The river widened, and so did the silence. Then she saw it: a slick of rainbow sheen curling around a cluster of floating roots. Her jaw tightened. She uncorked a glass bottle and dipped it into the water, sealing it like evidence. “I have to,” she said

That night, far from Bonny, she sat in a cramped room in Port Harcourt, across from a lab technician who frowned at her samples. Really bad

She stood on the wooden jetty at first light, her feet bare against the damp planks, a woven bag slung over her shoulder. Inside: dried fish, a small calabash of palm oil, and a folded photograph of her father, who had sailed away on a tanker when she was twelve and never returned.