As we are walking, I am wondering why Xifeng is giving me name like boy if I am girl, and Uzodinma is telling me that my name is Uzoamaka. Even though we are both being Uzo, we are different. And I am thinking that he is telling me this about our name but I am thinking he is also telling me this about something bigger. About who we are being.

About what we are being.

We are walking and I am finding myself asking why we are walking.

One of the boys looks at me, even though I am not saying my question out loud. “We are walking because it is what we are doing.”

“But why?”

Then boy is shrugging.

A girl next to him who is having scar on her face running from forehead to the opposite side of her mouth is saying, “In all of my rememberings, I am walking. Sometime, I am doing other thing, but mostly I am walking.”

None of this is answer to my question.

We are never eating or drinking or needing to bathe or make bathroom, but sometime one of us is sitting down and staring into space and I am wondering if this is how I am looking when I am dreaming. And I am wondering if dreaming is the word for this thing. I am thinking that they are remembering and maybe they are wondering if their remembering is belonging to them or if it is coming from someone else. I am thinking that all of us is searching for clue. We are being like puzzle or mystery. We are being question, and we are looking for the answer to ourself.

I am missing Enyemaka because when I am thinking on me being question and not knowing who I am being, Enyemaka is telling me thing to make me feel peace. Enyemaka is telling me about purpose and about machine and what machine can do, and Enyemaka is making me not to feel strange in my body. Enyemaka is making me not to feel strange for being child of war.

Boy who is being named Oluwale is sitting and looking at nothing, and no part of his face is moving. He is just sitting and crossing his leg like his body is being here but his brain is being elsewhere.

When he is waking up, I am standing over him and watching him. “Where are you going when you do that?”

He is looking up at me with no expression.

“It is looking like you are leaving your body, and when you are doing this, there is peace on your face. I am wanting peace.”

“I am remembering,” he is telling me in voice that is like song.

“What are you remembering?”