Lagos dusk, slow day for Adisa, phone repairman. His daughter Amina’s dream of being a doctor weighed on him. A young woman approached, desperate. Her ancient Nokia held her recently deceased mother's last voice recording. Most would refuse, but Adisa saw her pain. He worked all night, soldering, cleaning. As dawn broke, the phone lit up. He played the voice note: "My darling, I'll... https://www.flashchange.io/