---Roosters

Nne loved to keep the roosters never the hens, all scattered about our house in a sort of preparation for a daily ritual, ready to startle us awake every morning. So nne busied herself with them, obsessed with the tiniest details and frustrated at not being able to set what she considered wrong, right, frustrated at not being able to weave the fates .

So she strapped us to a rhythm she set, pushing us whatsoever way she saw fit and we let her. All careful to not let the little control she had weaken, for we could not let her break, we wouldn't let her, because our mundane depended on her. The predictable would always be far more lenient than whatever reality my father, nnanyi would ever bring.