We meet for the first time in the realm of 1s and 0s. A warm Lagos rain pelts the bedroom windows and leaks through the ceiling into a bucket near my brother Ndubisi’s bed.
On the first day of the new year, she ran. She ran from nowhere and nothing, following the drinking gourd, and the brilliant star at the top of its handle.
Years after being asked, where are you from?/ I realized that I should’ve answered:/ did you know that when seawater meets/ freshwater in the ocean,/ a boundary forms/ between them?
It was a downpour so wild the drains were overflowing, and the trees on the far side of Eneh, hovering above remote farmlands and shadowed fortresses, were contorting into giant, exorbitant shapes.
The films of Catherine Breillat delighted me more than any of the teen comedies or coming of age dramas I consumed at sleepovers in friends’ basements as an adolescent.
During the Summer of 2021 I interviewed the Nisga’a poet and writer Jordan Abel to mark the release of his genre-defying autobiographical book, Nishga.