15/09/2025
BEHIND THE SCENES FROM WHISPERS BENEATH THE LAGOON
Serah’s journey to Benue brought her face-to-face with the magic of Kwagh Hir. The night was alive with culture, drums, and whispered stories.
HAVE YOU EVER EXPERIENCED A PERFORMANCE THAT FELT LIKE PURE MAGIC?
THE DANCE OF SHADOWS AND LIGHT
The road to Makurdi was long, dusty, and lined with mango trees that swayed lazily in the evening wind. Sarah sat by the window of the bus, her cheek pressed against the cool glass, watching as the sun dipped into the horizon. She had left Lagos behind for a while, seeking a kind of escape though in truth, it was not Lagos she wanted to run from, but the storm in her heart. Her father’s stern words still echoed in her ears, and Michael’s silence weighed heavier than she dared admit.
Benue State welcomed her with its warm, earthy smell, a mix of yam fields, flowing rivers, and voices that rose in harmony as the villagers prepared for the night’s festival.
The air was different here slower, deeper, full of tradition. She had come to stay with her aunt, Mama Felicia, a teacher who had lived in Makurdi for years. “Here, you will rest your mind,” Mama Felicia said as she hugged Sarah tightly. “And maybe, you will see life differently.”
That night, Sarah followed her cousins to the village square. The 50 place buzzed with anticipation. Lanterns hung from bamboo poles, children clapped their hands to songs, and elders sat on
wooden benches, their eyes alive with memory. The Kwagh Hir was about to begin.
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