by Denis Chiedo
When a boy with a hidden surname joins a new school somewhere in Africa, pupils skirmish, and the headmaster cries; a nearby house burns, and another boy drowns:
“Are you Aya, Aye, Ayi, Ayo or Ayu, brother?
“Some mouths would inquire any moment. If I skirted, they’d survey my features, distinguish my accent, glean my surname, or ransack my bag in my absence for clues (in my former school,