The Death of Vivek Oji

“I felt heavy my whole life.
I always thought that death would be the heaviest thing of all, but it wasn't, it really wasn't. Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn't matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was playing in mud, like nothing about the slipperiness would ever change,not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually, I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks.” (Emezi)

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