The first secret
Yusuf grew like a secret grows, in hidden ways that became visible only in retrospect. At six months, his amber eyes had darkened to a brown that could almost, with generous interpretation, match Alhaji Lami's own. At one year, his skin had lightened to a tone that could be explained by maternal genetics, by the mysteries of inheritance, by any explanation except the true one. Halima watched him with the vigilance of a woman guarding treasure in a thieves' market. Every resemblance to Sam was a threat, every familiar gesture a potential exposure. She taught him early to be still, to be quiet, to observe before revealing himself. These were survival skills in Alhaji Lami's house, where children were ornaments until they were assets, where attention was danger and invisibility was protectio
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