A canoe is floating on a Lagos lagoon
A young lad in a face cap
Holds in his fist a fishing net

He looks briefly over at me
Looks away again
We met and parted in that look

The bus drove off
A brief moment of contact
I could almost swear

We understood each other completely
Without words
Though we think us dead,

We live.
Though we think we different
We more similar than we think.

– che chidi chukwumerije.