It lives in the space where nothing answers—and you speak anyway.
So let them call me godless. Let them spit as I pass. I am Iyovi. I am the one who walks between the rains. And I have learned that the sacred does not live in temples or commandments. godless iyovi
Just to the dark.
In the village of my mothers, a name is a covenant. Iyovi —the one who walks between the rains. A child of blessing, a keeper of thresholds. But I broke the covenant long before I understood its words. It lives in the space where nothing answers—and
Not to any god. Not to any ghost.