The lawyer's officeA second floor on Wetheral Road, a fan that did not turn, and a man who told me the truth about what my evidence was worth.The lawA journalistA woman from Lagos with a recorder and a train of questions that were not the officer's. She could not publish it. She told me to.WritingMama knowsI told my mother about the pill. In the kitchen, on the low stool, with the knife in my hand. What she did with her hands.FamilyOne year on the pillThree hundred and sixty-five nights at nine o'clock. What has changed in the body, and what has changed in the mirror.Health