Deep down, I understood that there were two worlds. One where there was our smoky, firelit oko, where my mouth turned manioc into honey, the parrots echoed “Mengatowe,” and my family called me Nemonte – my true name, meaning “many stars.” And another world, where the white people watched us from the sky, the devil’s heart was black, there was something named an “oil company,” and the evangelicals called me Inés.
