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In Lasgidi, madness was a deity we called Fear. Arinze, born in 2000, absorbed his twin in the womb and earned the madness’s kiss. We met at sixteen, and by seventeen, I kissed him by the lake.....

Mama chides Wale because his amens aren't loud enough. They have to shoot out like arrows to project their prayers to Jesu in heaven.

 A month after she left, Father had written to her, and I don’t think she’d have bothered writing us if she hadn’t received his letter first: she was living on her own for the first time, and certainly would have wanted to come across as a capable adult.

Two times before now, I was a little boy, settled at the river bed, covered with algae, with a swollen gut and a distended belly full of Ajulu.

 There are few places to hide when madam wants her nut. Every corner, every crevice, every paint drop, every square millimeter of tile in Tuynhuys is fitted with nanoreceptors...

The land was dry. The villagers strained their depths. From sundown, the Eye of the Gods challenged and poked at the spirits with his ofo. He gazed at the faceless sky, but the floor of the sky was mackerel.