A hush falls over the courtyard as the last of the rain beads slide from the orange leaves; lantern light trembles against carved pillars, and the scent of kola and cassava smoke lingers like a promise. Chief Michael Udegbi Ogaranya strides forward, cloak heavy with age and stories, each step a drumbeat that calls the village to attention. They call him Ogaranya — the keeper of bridges between what was and what might be — and tonight he gathers the old words and the new, folding them into one careful act: the Holy Cross Repack.