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https://masobebooks.com/ng/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/2D_web-685x1024.png6851024The Years of Blood walks back through the streets of Ibadan between 1998 and the present, where children vanish between football games and evening prayers, where shrines bloom in uncompleted buildings and mothers learn to live with doors that open onto absence. This collection is a communal narrative rendered in the fractured syntax of survival, where…