The Protocol of Empire
They gave me a title when I arrived at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich: Junior Research Associate. It was a kind title, and it was a lie. I was twenty-eight years old, born in Lagos to a Yoruba father who had taught me to read from the pages of a worn copy of Newton's Principia and a Igbo mother who had taught me to count from one to a hundred in three languages before I was five. I had...
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