A Thinking, Moving Body

The road is long and narrow and demanding to traverse but sometimes you come into the company of two men simply shaking hands under some tree in the early Sokoto wind for example and when they’re done each man touches his chest with his palms as if it were a way of keeping a bit of the other person in his heart but this is just one of the rewards for movement and so you think about how another man can sit in a leather market making wallets and mats everyday for 50 years until you realize this was the job his ancestors stuck with and the market has been in existence for 250 years but still you consider why someone will choose immobility because as far as you know movement is the character of every living thing and of course this idea is challenged by another man who after studying in Scotland and moving back home chaired a department for years in the University in Sokoto until diabetes struck and now movement is a thing of the past but of course the question is not whether to pity the immobile but rather to consider if the mind can ever stop moving after the body has been grounded because when you saw the feet of the man in the market it had broken and peeled as though he walked miles everyday and this was certainly contrary to the kind of morphology you would expect of a man for whom stillness is a way of life yet another question that persists is around the response of guardian structures to movement since the District Official at the Sokoto to Niger border caught himself off guard when he asked if movement can really be controlled and I saw the slip on his tongue like a presence on the other side of the border because I stood in front of the dividing line until a boy and his donkey rode into Nigeria as if there was no demarcation and this is not to say that movement is supposed to be all-round existential but have you considered how your body would constitute itself if all of the world was simply one long continuous road?




*Cover image by Nengi Nelson