Ajofia began to dance, bouncing away from me now, down the street. As it moved, it became more and more insubstantial. Then it was sinking into the concrete, its raffia becoming wet and then oozing and melting into it. Smoke dribbled and gathered in water-like pools around Ajofia as it sank back to wherever it came from. The dead animals hanging from it liquified, drained, and dried up. The cowrie shells fell off and tumbled to the ground like tiny crabs, scattering and disappearing like flies. And finally, the eagle feathers blew away in the hot breeze.
