after Chelsea Dingman’s Psychogeography. I have been home my whole life, feet rooted in a field full of blood Thorns welcome me at the borders of Canada, Britain, mostly places where my ancestors bodies have showed up on sea I hang mid sentence when asked where do you come from, I claim I am forgetful… Liar! trying to reinvent myself, like I never existed, burn my tongue if I say Nigeria. Brother plays my voice note, and I sound more British than Nigerian, less Nigerian than myself. I am dissolving into a new creature, my visa is now green while my friends rot in envy, they think My cross is less heavy, but I weigh heavier than in my chest, I turn a globe in the curve of my palms & gravitate towards there, I am on a pilgrimage to find what isn’t missing,
Ejiro Elizabeth Edward is a writer from Nigeria. She is a recipient of the SBMEN fellowship and has been published on some online magazine such as Icefloe, Agbowo, Serotonin amongst others . She loves to read, dance and travel when she’s not looking for her friends trouble. Find her on Twitter: Ejiroedward552.