As Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie powerfully argued, the danger of a single story is not that it is untrue, but that it is incomplete. If the only stories that gain international traction from a region focus exclusively on the wealthy intelligentsia, that specific class becomes the default universal norm in the minds of readers. The true danger is that this dynamic commodifies the Global South for a Western gaze. It turns complex geopolitical spaces into aesthetically pleasing backdrops for elite drama, rather than engaging with the gritty, radical, and beautiful realities of working-class resistance, labour movements, and indigenous sovereignty. If we only read about the Global South through the eyes of those who hold the keys to its capital, we are not deconstructing power structures, we are merely admiring them.