Post by Chidi Duru (@C33)

crammed into a bedroom with one double-sized wooden bed.
At night, his cousin would retrieve a rolled up hand-woven mat from behind the door, unroll it without ceremony, and spread out over the concrete floor like a sad monk preparing for meditation.
There wasn’t even an extra pillow to rest his head on.
I felt terribly responsible for this.
Why?
Because, Nonso had graciously granted me guest privileges. I got to share the un-ceremonial bed.

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