Image: silhouette of camel in the desert. Photo by Mariam Soliman on Unsplash If I will not emerge alive at the other end, please make my body a meal I commit myself into this journey, knowing fully that something waits for me. What waits for me, I do not know. Sugbon Oluwa, know that I have left my home because it is a catalogue of tears. If I will not emerge alive at the other end, please make my body a meal for the beasts of the sky so that as they fly, I continue my voyage.