Nadine’s VoyageI’d never had much to celebrate in my life. While sitting through the second night in a row of dancing, music, and feasting, I wondered if every day in America was like this. I leaned against my new girlfriend, Amelia, as we sat on a log, watching people of all kinds sing and chant by the glow of a bonfire. My ruffled skirt and sleeveless shirt were torn and bloody from another day of battle. Longhouses and cabins surrounded us, as well as other types of homes that seemed like they blended into the earth instead of tearing it up and ruining it like so many of the buildings in London. Even the buildings in the city here were in more harmony with the environment. For some reason, this stirred my heart. Was this similar to how the Igbo people in Nigeria lived, where my ancestor
