The Internal Struggles
The government chamber buzzed with tension, the air thick as voices clashed over the direction of the new Lagos. Ada Sobowale stood at the head of the table, her fingers gripping the rough wood as she watched the leaders she had once fought alongside argue among themselves. It had been only a few months since the Council’s defeat, but already, the unity that had carried them to victory was beginning to crack.
“We need more control over the distribution of resources!” Taiwo’s voice cut through the noise, his fists clenched on the table in front of him. His eyes flicked between the other leaders, daring them to challenge his stance. “The sectors that were hit the hardest during the rebellion need priority. We can’t afford to waste supplies on areas that can wait.”