“Sir?” his driver asked.
“Stop now.”
The SUV eased to a halt.
Chief Agu stared hard at the figure now disappearing behind the market wall.
He did not understand why, but something told him this was not just another homeless woman.
Something about her walk, the pain in her eyes, pulled at something buried deep inside him—a memory, a face, something he could not name.
But he had to find out.
Back behind the market wall, Sarah sat with her eyes closed, praying in silence. She did not hear the approaching footsteps. She did not see the convoy pulling up.
But within moments, her life was about to change.
Not because she prayed.
Not because she begged.
But because fate—cruel, mysterious, and divine—had finally chosen that day to remember her.
Chief Agu had seen many things in his life—poverty, betrayal, even near death on a business trip to Johannesburg—but nothing prepared him for the sight that froze his heart that bright afternoon in Enugu.
He was heading to a televised interview with a popular business media outlet. It was to be broadcast across Africa: the billionaire who beat the odds, Chief Agu’s rise from orphan to empire.
The road through New Life Market was not on their original route, but heavy traffic on the expressway had forced the driver to take the back roads.
Agu did not argue.
He rarely did when fate changed his direction.
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