23 — Eteima Bonny Wari

The chief shook his head slowly. “The companies don’t want that kind of knowing.”

“Eteima!” a voice called from a nearby canoe. Old Chief Dappa, his face a map of wrinkles and wisdom. “You’re going to the mainland again?” eteima bonny wari 23

“I know,” she said. “But now it’s not just my word. It’s science.” The chief shook his head slowly

The rain hadn’t come to Bonny Island in three weeks. The creeks were low, the mangroves brittle, and the elders said the river was holding its breath. But Eteima Bonny Wari, at twenty-three years old, had stopped waiting for signs. the mangroves brittle