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“He’s doing the Calabar bridge ,” Etim whispered to no one, watching Uncle Ben’s hands. The old DJ crossfaded hard left, then rolled the pitch fader up two percent. The tempo increased, but not into chaos—into joy.

That was the second sign.

He dropped Dame Patience Umo Eno’s “Inyanga Nka.” The Ibibio lyrics washed over the crowd like a prayer. Men in suits loosened their ties. A fish seller from Watt Market closed her eyes and sang along, her voice lifting above the speakers. She was sixteen again, dancing at the May Day carnival. calabar highlife dj mix

And then, as the final track—a live recording of “Oru Ede” by Celestine Ukwu—faded into a rainstorm sample, Uncle Ben lifted his hands from the mixer. The silence that followed was not empty. It was full. Full of ghosts, full of gratitude, full of the scent of palm oil and burning plantain from a thousand long-gone parties. “He’s doing the Calabar bridge ,” Etim whispered