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In the humid, bustling heart of Uyo, tucked away behind the vibrant stalls of Itam Market, lived Elder Effiong. To the world, he was a retired typeset operator, but to those in the know, he was the city's premier Manufacturer of Lies.
Effiong didn’t just tell tall tales; he engineered them. His workshop smelled of old newsprint and high-grade snuff. People came to him when reality was too heavy to carry. A young man needing a "rich uncle" in Houston to impress a father-in-law? A politician needing a "divine revelation" to explain a missing budget? Effiong had the blueprints.
The Craftsmanship
He believed a good lie required the same precision as the infrastructure on Oron Road. "A lie without a foundation of truth," he would say, tapping his temple, "is just a house built on a swamp."
The Texture: He used local details—the exact price of afang soup at a specific roadside buka—to ground his deceptions.
The Delivery: He taught his clients the "Uyo Stare"—a look of such earnest sincerity that even the statues at the Ibom Connection might blink in confusion.
The Final Commission
One harmattan evening, a woman asked for a lie to make her departing son stay in Akwa Ibom. Effiong picked up his pen, then paused. He looked at the orange sunset painting the city skyline. For the first time, he refused.
"The truth here is beautiful enough," he whispered. "He will return for the taste of home, not the ghost of a story."