Eniyii raised her visor to her forehead in frustration. She needed to find an antlion for her Biology homework, but it had been three hours and she had failed to find a single trace of the insect or a nest. She took a deep breath and pulled her visor down again. Labels began to pop up before her eyes. Every living thing within her range of vision was labelled by species and genus. The label for the antlion she was looking for, Cymothales capensis, would pop up immediately if she could just lay her eyes on one.
“Do you have some water for an old woman?” said a voice from behind her.
Eniyii swung around to see a tall woman with locs, older than her certainly, but not elderly, wearing a brow...