Here’s a short story based on the phrase — treated as a name, a place, and a moment in time. Title: Eteima Bonny Wari 23
The chief shook his head slowly. “The companies don’t want that kind of knowing.”
By noon, the sky turned gray. The river widened, and so did the silence. Then she saw it: a slick of rainbow sheen curling around a cluster of floating roots. Her jaw tightened. She uncorked a glass bottle and dipped it into the water, sealing it like evidence.