The afternoonI am writing this on a borrowed phone, on a floor that is not mine. Today my family found out.FamilyThe first nightWhat the first night outside your father's house is actually like, hour by hour, for anyone who has it ahead of them.FearTwo weeksFourteen days on a floor. What I learned about kindness, and the phone call that came from a number I knew.FamilyComing back, partlyFour months later I sat in my mother's kitchen again. Not in the parlour. The kitchen. That is the arrangement.FamilyInvisibleEveryone in Owerri now knows, or knows someone who knows. On what it is to be seen and unseen in the same street.Owerri