Acknowledgments

Our Fathers’ Fathers

A Call at Dawn

Appraisal

Unfurling

Naming

Marley’s Lyrics in Two Parts or Where Does It Hurt the Most?

What I Said to God, Chukwu Ọ̀kịké

The Story of Chinụalụmọgụ Not Looking for Anything with His Lazy Eyes

Memorabilia

What Chinụalụmọgụ Made with Clouds

Once Upon a Time the Teeth

The Navel

Here

The Actual Story About the Keloid on Chinụalụmọgụ’s Left Arm

Colors

The Gift

Teaching My Nephew

There Is a New Philosophy Now Called Kwechiri, to Persevere

The Measure of Lost Things

Itches

The Robin in My Heart

Worries

Once Upon a Girl, a Place of History

Chinụalụmọgụ Sits on His Balcony Pretending He Is a Parcel

Worries

The Teenager Who Became a Mother

What They Say I Do Not Carry Well

A Dead Son Does Not Answer the Phone

The World Will Never Run Out of Bad News

Ọzụbụlụ

Úgà

Monochrome Photos with Fragments in a Closet

As Seeing Is a Kind of Brightness

Okụzụ

At the Darien Gap

Dear Hope

Finding

Ìkwìkwíī, Sweet Night Bird, by the Lamp on a Dim-Lighted Street

Ọbashị

Confession

Chinụalụmọgụ’s Therapist Kept Smiling at His Tricks

Web

A Page from Chinụalụmọgụ’s Diary

Foregrounding

Falling Oranges

A Gift from Ọlisa Eloka, the One from Umuchu, to His Dearest Friend, Chinụalụmọgụ, Who Received It on the Afternoon of the Third Day After His Traditional Marriage to Mmesoma

Mercy

Clarity

On Chinụalụmọgụ Once Living in Lincoln, Nebraska

Forgiveness

A Call’s Dusk

Notes