WalkingA friend photographed me on the path by the old hotel, in black and white. It is the picture of me I would choose. On why.OwerriYesThe man at the window said yes. October. I told my mother in the kitchen, and for the first time in nine years her hands stopped.LeavingJuly, in the sunThirteen short videos filmed outside a house in Owerri in a white T-shirt. I wanted a record of me happy, made on purpose, before I left.OwerriThe first bookThe Path to God went up on Amazon today under the name Jay. A devotional, first, before any of the others. This is why.WritingThe Port Harcourt road at dawnThe last walk to the mango tree, my mother's hands, the airport gate. Written in the air.LeavingBiafra Rising, with MamaOne week in England, and the first thing I did was press the button on the book with my mother's name on it.BiafraLifeToday a court in Abuja sentenced Nnamdi Kanu to life in prison. I watched it on a phone in England and wrote this before I could think.BiafraSixI Am Son of a Fallen Woman went up today, the last of six. Three months. Ten years. On what it is to have said everything.Writing