Home (Binti, #2)

by Nnedi Okorafor

“When you face your deepest fears, when you are ready,” she’d said. “Don’t turn away. Stand tall, endure, face them. If you get through it, they will never harm you again.”

The three days passed, as time always does when you are alive, whether happy or tortured.

I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself, but I’d thought I’d broken myself because of the choices I’d made, because of my actions,

Change was constant. Change was my destiny. Growth.