In a remote village in southern Benin, 12-year-old Adjok\u00ea grows up between the bloody cough of a dying father, the resigned silence of an exhausted mother and the innocence of a carefree little sister. In this darkness, only the flickering light of an old lantern inherited from her grandmother Iya Zinm\u00e8 illuminates her nights and nourishes her dreams. It embodies memory, dignity and hope. But when illness precipitates despair, her mother, Haliman, gives in to a deceptive promise: a benevolent family will take care of Adjok\u00ea. What she discovers behind the impeccable clay walls of Baba's concession is a hushed hell where young girls like her are reduced to silence, submission and pain. Her lantern becomes her only landmark, a fragile but tenacious witness to what she was and what she refuses to be.
\nbecome. In the darkness, the pain of what is happening in this hut, a voice emerges: that of her grandmother: \"You are like this lantern. Nothing must extinguish you\". So Adjok\u00ea resists. She stands up. She tries to escape, to get out of this hut. She runs to the light and does everything she can to keep her light on and save her comrades too.<\/p>\n