She was twenty-three. Her name was Eteima Bonny Wari. And she had just started the fight of her life — not for revenge, but for the water that had raised her.
“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.” eteima bonny wari 23
Someone started clapping. Then another. Then the whole jetty. She was twenty-three
