The shores of the lake are teeming with tilapia, snapper, hot tree champ, perch, so much that a truck can load them.

Black cooks fried them in canola and palm oil, and the whole lakeside sanctuary wafted with the smell of fish.

As a respected miracle worker, Falosa got the most beautiful cabin by the lake. She reclined on the rattan bench, looking at the beautiful lake full of stars indifferently. Electric lamps provide dim lighting.

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