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He told the story of the "Gbagede" itself—how, fifty years ago, it had been a place of a great pact. He revealed that the prosperity of their harvests wasn't just due to the rain, but to a promise made by their ancestors to protect the surrounding forest.

Baba Agba, the oldest man in the village, took his seat on the carved wooden stool. His skin was like parchment, mapped with the history of eighty rainy seasons. When he spoke, the Gbagede fell so silent you could hear the flutter of a fruit bat’s wings. Gbagede — Naijaray.com.ng

The of Akure-Omi was more than just a patch of red earth beneath the ancient Iroko tree; it was the village’s living room, its courtroom, and its theater. He told the story of the "Gbagede" itself—how,