I woke up this morning slightly hesitant, nervous, like I always feel nervous about getting on stage or reading a new poem aloud for the first time. It's slightly delicious. Slightly dizzying. And then, I rushed out into the world and tracked down the first word. I didn't have to go far. Just into the studio where Wura Ogunji was working. She wrote it, picked it out of the Yoruba Modern Practical Dictionary.

It is the capital city of Nigeria.

That's her toe. My chair. My left arm. The word, `Ab'uj`a.