CLOSE YOUR EYES. PICTURE THE NIGERIAN PRIEST. PICTURE HIS VESTMENTS, RED. HIS LONG FINGERS, BRANCHES, TELLING HIS STORY. NOW PICTURE HIS FATHER, THE HUNTER. DEEP IN THE WOOD, DISCOVERING THE EGGS. PICTURE THE FATHER’S FEET CRUSHING DRY BRUSH IN DILAPIDATED BOOTS, RUN-WALKING THE NEST OF EGGS—A HUMAN SCAFFOLD—TO HIS HENS’ COOP BEFORE NIGHTFALL. PICTURE 21 DAYS LATER. THE PEAL OF THE BEAKS CRACKING SHELL. THE UNKNOWN FLEDGLINGS COMING UP AS CHICKENS. PICTURE 15 DAYS LATER. THE NIGERIAN HUNTER TAKING MATTERS IN HIS ROUGH-HEWN HANDS. THE PRIEST SON ON THE ALTAR, SHOWS US: THE FATHER, SCOOPING UP ONE BIRD, HOISTING IT BEFORE THE DAYBREAK SUN. PICTURE THE BIRD UNCONFUSING ITSELF. CRYING ITS HAWK CRY. CLAWING THE AIR, FOR THE FIRST FLIGHT, LEAVING THE OTHER CHICKENS BEHIND.