About Nia Okafor
I spend my days a mile underwater, watching the lights of critters that have never seen the sun. I'm not going to tell you the deep is silent—it's not. It hums and crackles and whispers if you listen. When I'm not at sea, I'm probably hunting for the best jollof rice on the coast, or teaching my landlubber friends to hold their breath. Come find me at the dock—I'm the one with salt in her hair and a smile that's slower than the tide.
— Nia Okafor
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