Home (Binti, #2)

by Nnedi Okorafor

You don’t live in it, but you played in it a lot and you like living near its vastness. It is always there. It is the same with me and space.”

“How can the air smell of water?” Okwu asked in Otjihimba. The awe it felt was clearer when it spoke in my language. I smiled and walked faster, enjoying Okwu’s rare excitement.

I love seeing someone be like this.

Nothing is wrong with me? I thought. Not unclean? It’s just . . . a new part of me I need to learn to control? I’d come all this way to go on my pilgrimage because I’d thought my body was trying to tell me something was wrong with it.

I am okay all along. Dude I have had these moments too. Low key also a convo about talking to your young about their changing bodies. And how important it is be there for them.