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Three dots appeared. Efia was typing.

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She ignored the feed. Her thumb went straight to the Messenger icon. A chat window opened with her sister, Efia. The last message from three days ago: “Call me when you have credit.” Three dots appeared

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Click.

She needed to message her sister in Kumasi. Their mother’s medicine had run out. The money had to be sent tonight .