I was a simple child then. Intelligent, but simple. I knew I wasn’t like most boys my age. I didn’t like football, nor did I enjoy fighting. I was called a girl so much I’m surprised it didn’t become a nickname.

A poem by Bryan Joe Okwesili

In one story, a woman walks into a river to drown. In another one, a man leaves his partner, goes back to the village to a home that had stopped being home, and becomes mad. It’s all fear and flight.