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Serekunda was always loud. Market chatter, taxi horns, kids kicking footballs at dusk. But every night at exactly 8:03pm, the whole street went quiet for one minute. Because that’s when Mama Awa lit the old blue lantern on her rooftop. Nobody knew why she did it. She’d say, For the ones who can't