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March, 2013. It is sometime around 10 a.m. I am in my school uniform, walking away from my secondary school. I have been sent out of school again, for reasons owing to late school fees payment. The proprietor has called my father, and they have both arrived at a conclusion that involves me leaving the school, only to come back when I have the fees. I am sitting on the chair in the living room…

I’m the registrar of my group at the Mock Trials. Because the trials are coming up soon we’ve had to double up on our rehearsals. So every evening at five we meet at the hall adjacent to the Old Auditorium for practice, under the supervision of Dr. Chioke’s perpetual scowl. This evening we’re done and everyone’s dispersing. I walk up to Ugochi with whom I’d made plans to hang out that evening. We had always…