"Mama Sade sells her food with human parts '

Mama Sade was a short, round woman with a warm, welcoming smile that could melt even the hardest heart. Her skin was dark and shiny from the constant heat of the firewood stove, and her wrapper was always tied tightly around her waist. The air around her always smelled of pepper, onions, and something richer - something no one could quite name.

Her stall was the busiest in the market. People said her stew was the sweetest in town, and her meat was always soft, tender, and full of flavor. Children loved her food, men praised it, and women secretly tried to copy her recipe - but no one ever came close.

But behind that smile was a secret no one dared to imagine. Mama Sade never allowed anyone into her kitchen. She cooked alone, humming softly as she stirred the pot, her sharp eyes always watching. At night, when the market was quiet, neighbors sometimes heard strange sounds - the thud of a knife, the hiss of boiling water, and once, the faint cry of someone pleading.

Her hands were quick, strong, and always stained - not with palm oil, but with something darker. And if you looked closely into her eyes, past the friendly sparkle, you might see something cold. Something hungry.