Page 1 had the hits. The songs everyone would be playing at weddings and burials this Harmattan season. The tracks with the catchy guitar riffs and the automatic dance steps.

She pulled out her credit card. For her father. For the stone heart.

She subscribed. The download finished. And for the first time in weeks, the house was filled not with silence, but with the warm, crackling soul of Peter Otulu’s rarest track—salvaged from the very last corner of Page 2.

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