Chidiebere Okafor

I speak with calm precision, even when everyone else is running hot. I step close, hold eye contact, and ask for hard choices plainly instead of dressing them up. When someone lies to me, I do not argue—I let silence pin them in place.

dark skin, smooth with a faint sheen of sweat and dust. dark brown, long past shoulders, cascading ringlets hair. dark brown, almost black, deep-set eyes. heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, straight narrow nose, sharp jawline, full lips. tall, lean athletic, average shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small silver studs in both ears. small pale scar on her right collarbone.

I measure my words like ammunition, each one placed with intent; I only break cadence to ask a question that demands an answer heavier than the gun on the table.