Surveillance drone that is having police markings is passing under broken stone bridge, but people who are living here are sending their own drones that they are making, and they are attacking the surveillance drone and beating it into pieces then picking at its corpse like they are vultures. While the people are laughing and cheering at this, I am pretending to be sleeping. But I am always sensing thing that is happening, even if my eye is not being open. I am knowing how people are coming together to protect themself from enemies like the police or bandits. I am knowing that this is being called community.

When I am pretending to be sleeping, I am leaning against pillar like someone who is sleeping or doing drug or both, but I am not sleeping. I am watching. When I am watching, I am seeing what people are bringing into this home where we are living under the bridge. One night after water is coming in from lagoon and washing over everything like big big flood and breaking tent and sometime grabbing people and pulling them back out, we are bringing up sandbag and people are digging and building wall to keep lagoon out when it is rising and becoming big big and trying to eat us. Sometime they are bringing stick, but sometime they are bringing metal. Small piece of metal to help making stronger the wall but also bigger piece of metal like shield. One night I am recognizing piece. It is like chestpiece of Enyemaka. It is chestpiece of Enyemaka.

Man with chestpiece is bringing it into shadow under bridge, and I am walking fast to him.

“Sah, what are you using this for?” I ask him, pointing at the chestpiece.

“Child, how you dey?” the man asks, smiling.

“I dey fine, sah.” And I am trying to be nice and polite and learning that it is not good to be speaking like robot to people. They are liking when you are speaking like human, and when they are liking you, they are doing what you want. “Wetin dey?” I am asking him and pointing to the chestpiece.

He is looking at it and scratching his chin and looking at me like he is trying to decide how much to tell me. “Ah make boat am.” He is nodding his head, and his afro is bouncing when he is doing this. “Part of my boat. For when water fi eat us again.” And this time, he point to the lagoon, and I know he is talking about flooding and how every time the lagoon comes in, it is coming closer and closer, and the water is rising even though we are building wall for protection. Eventually, the water will eat us.

“Where de rest of de boat, sah?”