Infinite moments are deceitful. Perhaps between the rising and falling soprano of the choir and the steady bright light glaring on the class of 2009 we missed the angel swaying above sprinkling glitter of optimism on all below. Moments can be infinite when we misplace the truth or ignore fate sitting in the corner writing gory footnotes.
Row 9, Seat three: Dead (Son and Friend, 1988-2010)
Row 13, Seat four: Missing, 2011
Row 16, Seat eight: Bomb blast victim, 2013 (hand found with engagement ring)
Row 23, Seat two: Insane, 2012, seen under Lagos bridge (Where are our psychiatric homes?)
Row 26, Seat three, four, five (2020): Missing, Raped, Deported.