Chapter 2: Two Names, No Answers

When Guanguan and I reach five, nobody still give us official name, because my papa no fit decide who suppose answer Ifeanyi Tangola.

People for compound go just dey laugh behind hand, saying even the twins’ papa dey confuse. Aunties sometimes go call, "Ifeanyi!" to both of us, watching who go answer first before dem decide. Mama tried tie beads for our wrists to mark us, but those beads go always mix up. Sometimes, late at night, I hear her praying softly—asking spirits to one day make it clear.