evening here in Nigeria

Amara held her phone under the acacia tree, watching Lagos dissolve into amber light. Her grandmother's Kannadasan poems sat translated on her screen—words about exile and belonging that somehow felt written for her. She worked nights managing stellar blockchain transactions, connecting diaspora communities back home. Tonight, a Tamil colleague from Singapore sent reminders of Deepavali recipes. Distance collapsed into digital warmth. The evening breeze carried music from neighbors cooking together. Amara smiled, realizing how her scattered community—scattered like stars across continents—still found ways to illuminate each other's darkness, keeping ancient flames alive through invisible networks of love and memory.