Home (Binti, #2)

by Nnedi Okorafor

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

“I will wash this off soon,” it said. “It’s not good to feel this pleased with life.”

‘hard to find, hard to grow’.”

When I was five, I had asked my mother what it was like to give birth. She smiled and said that giving birth was the act of stepping back and letting your body take over. That childbirth was only one of thousands of things the body could do without the spirit. I remember asking, “If you step away from your body to give birth, then who is there doing the birthing?”