Nwalili told us about boys like you. The devil’s boys with fangs made of gold, who grin to girls like me from a distance, so we could squirm and giggle — mistaking your fangs for fine, human dentition and say, “Oh! Look at that boy with the golden smile”.
But Nwalili also taught us how to mine fangs of gold, how to refine them and put them to good, personal use.
Look! Look at my bracelets!