“We felt just like she did, the most alone we could remember, torn from the place of our first and second births: taken on a plane across an ocean, given no return date… This was a side effect of being in a body, the fact that the humans had a human life… We were hungry inside her, raging against this useless mortality, as if we could rage right back into the world we came from. We raged at the displacement of a new country. After all, were we not ogbanje? It was an insult to be subject to the decisions made around what was just a vessel. To be carried away like cargo, to be deposited in the land of the corrupters, inside this child simmering with emotions, searching for us because she was uprooted and alone, and we, always we, having to fix it…” (47)