That night, Chidi experiences a mundo (spirit visitation). A man in a colonial officer’s uniform drowns him in a dream. The Ajo-Obi groans like thunder. Waking up, Chidi consults Chief Omon, a Traditional Priest from his village. The elder reveals the truth: Nne Ebe’s ancestors colluded with colonizers to siphon ogbunigwe (spiritual power) from Igbo land via the river. When a village priest exposed them, they drowned him—his spirit now seeking vengeance in blood.

Chidi visits his family’s rural estate in Anambra State, now overgrown with ivy and guarded by a faded Ezugwu (ancestral juju). Using a drone, he discovers a hidden cave beneath the Ajo-Obi, its walls etched with Ifá (Yoruba divination) symbols. Inside, he finds a chest with an old photo: his great-grandfather, a British colonial officer, standing beside a bound, hooded figure. A note in my grandma’s handwriting reads: “The spirit of the river was wronged. Our silence feeds him.”

The chest bursts open, revealing a rusted colonial medal and a vial of nzu (earth pigment, symbolizing peace). The Ajo-Obi drops blossoms onto Chidi—signaling approval. His final shot shows a Nnennaya (thank-you) libation ceremony, his phone buzzing with a new message: “The river is at peace.”