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She needed to message her sister in Kumasi. Their mother’s medicine had run out. The money had to be sent tonight .

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“Okay. Sent. Go to the agent in 10 minutes. Love you.” She needed to message her sister in Kumasi

Click.

She ignored the feed. Her thumb went straight to the Messenger icon. A chat window opened with her sister, Efia. The last message from three days ago: “Call me when you have credit.” facebook lite login