Near a quiet Nigerian lake, the water lies glass-still beneath a sky heavy with stars, its gentle lapping the only motion for miles. A lone bullfrog calls from the reeds, its deep croak answered by the soft chirr of crickets nestled in the tall grass. The pulse of the night is slow, deliberate, a lullaby meant for sleeping bodies and drifting thoughts. This is the hush that wraps around Abuja's waterways after dark, when the heat of the day finally surrenders to cool air and restless minds find