The first, "Binti: Home", was released on January 31, 2017.
(meta data) TITLE: Binti: Home | Tor.com (meta data) AUTHOR: www.nnedi.com (meta data) PUBLISHER: https://www.facebook.com/tordotcom/ # Tor.com ## Science fiction. Fantasy. The universe. And related subjects. # Main menu Skip to content Log In ## Binti: Home Nnedi Okorafor Tue Jan 24, 2017 10:00am 1 comment 2 Favorites [+] It's been a year since Binti and Okwu enrolled at Oomza University. A year since Binti was declared a hero for uniting two warring planets. A year since she found friendship in the unlikeliest of places. And now she must return home to her people, with her friend Okwu by her side, to face her family and face her elders. But Okwu will be the first of his race to set foot on Earth in over a hundred years, and the first ever to come in peace. After generations of conflict can human and Meduse ever learn to truly live in harmony? Nnedi Okorafor's Binti: Home is the thrilling sequel to her Hugo and Nebula-winning novella, Binti—available January 31st from Tor.com Publishing. "Five, five, five, five, five, five," I whispered. I was already treeing, numbers whipping around me like grains of sand in a sandstorm, and now I felt a deep click as something yielded in my mind. It hurt sweetly, like a knuckle cracking or a muscle stretching. I sunk deeper and there was warmth. I could smell the earthy aroma of the otjize I'd rubbed on my skin and the blood in my veins. The room dropped away. The awed look on my mathematics professor Okpala's face dropped away. I was clutching my edan, the points of its stellated shape digging into the palm of my hands. "Oh, my," I whispered. Something was happening to it. I opened my cupped palms. If I had not been deep in mathematical meditation, I'd have dropped it, I'd not have known not to drop it. My first thought was of a ball of ants I'd once seen tumbling down a sand dune when I was about six years old; this was how desert ants moved downhill. I'd run to it for a closer look and squealed with disgusted glee at the undulating living mass of ant bodies. My edan was writhing and churning like that ball of desert ants now, the many triangular plates that it was made of, flipping, twisting, shifting right there between my palms. The blue current I'd called up was hunting around and between them like a worm. This was a new technique that Professor Okpala had taught me and I'd gotten quite good at it over the last two months. She even called it the "wormhole" current because of the shape and the fact that you had to use a metric of wormholes to call it up. Breathe, I told myself. The suppressed part of me wanted to lament that my edan was being shaken apart by the current I was running through it, that I should stop, that it I would never be able to put it back together. Instead, I let my mouth hang open and I whispered the soothing number again, "Five, five, five, five, five." Just breathe, Binti, I thought. I felt a waft of air cross my face, as if something passed by. My eyelids grew heavy. I let them shut… …I was in space. Infinite blackness. Weightless. Flying, falling, ascending, travelling through a planet's ring of brittle metallic dust. It pelted my skin, fine chips of stone. I opened my mouth a bit to breathe, the dust hitting my lips. Could I breathe? Living breath bloomed in my chest from within me and I felt my lungs expand, filling with it. I relaxed. "Who are you?" a voice asked. It spoke in the dialect of my family and it came from everywhere. "Binti Ekeopara Zuzu Dambu Kaipka of Namib, that is my name," I said. Pause. I waited. "There's more," the voice said. "That's all. I said. That's my name." "No." The flash of anger that spurted through me was a surprise. Then it was welcome. I knew my own name. I was about to scream this when… …I was back in the classroom. Sitting before Professor Okpala. I was so angry, I thought. Why was I so angry? It was a horrible feeling, that fury. Back home, the priestesses of the Seven might even have called this level of anger unclean. Then one of my tentacle-like okuoko twitched. Outside, the second sun was setting. Its shine blended with the other sun's, flooding the classroom with my favorite color, a vibrant combination of pink and orange that the native people of Oomza Uni called "ntu ntu". Ntu ntu bugs were an Oomza insect whose eggs were a vibrant orange-pink that softly glowed in the dark. The sunlight shined on my edan, which floated before me in a network of current, a symmetry of parts. I'd never seen it disassemble like this and making it do so had not been my intention. I'd been trying to get the object itself to communicate with me by running current between its demarcations. Okpala claimed this often worked and I wanted to know what my edan would say. I had a moment of anxiety, frantically thinking, Can I even put it back together? Then I watched with great relief as the parts of my edan that had detached slowly, systematically, reattached. Whole again, the edan set itself down on the floor before me. Thank the Seven, I thought. Both the blue from the current I still ran around it and the bright ntu ntu shined on Okpala's downturned face. She had an actual notebook and pencil in hand, so earth basic. And she was writing frantically, using one of the rough thick pencils she'd made from the branch of the tamarind-like tree that grew outside the mathematics building. "You fell out of the tree," she said, not looking up. This was how she referred to that moment when you were treeing and then suddenly were not. "What was that about? You finally had the edan willing to open itself." "That's what it was doing? That was a good thing, then?" She only chuckled to herself, still writing. I frowned and shook my head. "I don't know…something happened." I bit my lip. "Something happened." When she looked up, she caught my eye and I had a moment where I wondered whether I was her student or piece of research. I allowed my current to fade, shut my eyes and rested my mind by thinking the soothing equation of f(x) = f(-x). I touched the edan. Thankfully, solid again. "Are you alright?" Professor Okpala asked. Despite medicating with the soothing equation, my head had started pounding. Then a hot rage flooded into me like boiled water. "Ugh, I don't know," I said, rubbing my forehead, my frown deepening. "I don't think what happened was supposed to happen. Something happened, Professor Okpala. It was strange." Now Professor Okpala laughed. I clenched my teeth, boiling. Again. Such fury. It was unlike me. And lately, it was becoming like me, it happened so often. Now it was happening when I treed? How was that even possible? I didn't like this at all. Still, I'd been working with Professor Okpala for over one Earth year and if there was one thing I should have learned by now it was that working with any type of edan, no matter the planet it had been found on, meant working with the unpredictable. "Everything comes with a sacrifice," Okpala liked to say. Every edan did something different for different reasons. My edan was also poisonous to Meduse; it had been what saved my life when they'd attacked on the ship. It was why Okwu never came to watch any of my sessions with Okpala. However, touching it had no such effect on me. I'd even chanced touching my okuoko with my edan. It was the one thing that let me know that a part of me may now have been Meduse, but I was still human. "That was isolated deconstruction," Professor Okpala said. "I've only heard of it happening. Never seen it. Well done." She said this so calmly. If she's never seen it happen before, why is she acting like I did something wrong, I wondered. I flared my nostrils to calm myself down. No, this wasn't like me at all. My tentacle twitched again and a singular very solid thought settled in my mind: Okwu is about to fight. An electrifying shiver of rage flew through me and I jumped. Who was trying to bring him harm? Calmly, I said, "Professor, I have to go. May I?" She paused, frowning at me. Professor Okpala was Tamazight, and from what my father said of selling to the Tamazight, they were a people of few but strong words. This may have been a generalization, but with my professor, it was accurate. I knew Professor Okpala well, there was a galaxy of activity behind that frown. However, I had to go and I had to go now. She held up a hand and waved it. "Go." I got up and nearly crashed into the potted plant behind me as I turned awkwardly toward my backpack. "Careful," she said. "You're weak." I gathered my backpack and was off before she could change her mind. Professor Okpala was not head professor of the mathematics department for nothing. She'd calculated everything probably the day she met me. It was only much much later that I realized the weight of that brief warning. The moment the house-sized elevator rumbled opened I ran out, my sandaled feet slapping the smooth off-white marble floor. The room was vast and high ceilinged with rounded walls, all cut into the thick tooth-like marble. I coughed, my lungs burning. Wan, a Meduse-like person, was feet away, engulfed in a great lavender plume of its breathing gas. It didn't have Okwu's hanging tentacles, but Wan still looked like a giant version of the jellyfish that lived in the lake near my home on Earth. Wan also spoke Okwu's language of Meduse. I'd been down here plenty of times to meet Okwu, so it knew me, too. "Wan, tell me where Okwu is," I demanded in Meduse. It puffed its gas down the hallway. "There," Wan said. "Presenting to Professor Dema against Jalal today." I gasped, understanding. "Thanks, Wan." But Wan was already heading to the elevator. I lifted my wrapper above my ankles and sprinted down the hallway. To my left and right, students from various parts of the galaxy were working on their own final projects of protective weaponry, the assignment this quarter. Okwu's was body armor, its close classmate Jalal's was electrical current. Okwu and Jalal were taught together, stayed in the same dorm and worked closely together on their projects. And today, they were being tested against each other, as was the way of Oomza Weapons Education. I was fascinated by the competitive push and pull of weapons learning, but I was glad mathematics was more about harmony. Okwu being Okwu—a Meduse of rigid cold honor, focus, and tradition—loved his program. The problem was that Okwu hated his professor and Professor Dema hated Okwu. Okwu was Meduse and Professor Dema, a human woman, was Khoush. Their people had hated and killed each other for centuries. Tribal hatred lived, even in Oomza Uni. And today that hatred, after simmering for a year, was coming to a head. I reached the testing space just as Okwu, encased in a metallic skin, brought forth its white and sharp stinger and pointed it at Professor Dema. Feet away, Professor Dema stood, carrying a large gun-like weapon with both her hands and a snarl on her lips. This was not the way final exams were supposed to go. "Okwu, what are you doing?" Jalal demanded in Meduse. She stood to the side, clutching a series of what looked like thick fire-tipped sticks with her mantis-like claws. "You'll kill her!" "Let us finish this once and for all," Okwu growled in Meduse. "Meduse have no respect," Okwu's professor said in Khoush. "Why they allowed you into this university is beyond me. You're unteachable." "I've tolerated your insulting remarks all quarter. Let me end you. Your people should not plague this university," Okwu said. My lungs were laboring from the gas Okwu was copiously pluming out as it prepared to attack its professor. If it didn't stop doing this, the entire room would be filled with it. I could see Professor Dema's eyes watering as she resisted coughing, as well. I knew Okwu. It was doing this on purpose, enjoying the strained look on Professor Dema's face. I had only seconds to do something. I threw myself before Okwu, pressing myself to the floor before its okuoko which hung just below its weaponized casing. I looked up at Okwu, its tentacles were soft and heavy on the side of my face. Meduse immediately understand prostration. "Okwu, hear me," I said in Khoush. Since arriving at the university, I'd taught Okwu to speak Khoush and Himba and it hated the sound of both. My theory is that this was partially due to the fact that for Okwu the sound of any language was inferior to Meduse. On top of this, Okwu had to produce the words through the tube between its okuoko that blew out the gas it used to breathe in air-filled atmospheres, and doing so was difficult and felt unnatural. Speaking to Okwu in Khoush was irritating to it and thus the best way to get its attention. I called up a current, treeing faster than I ever could have back home. I'd learned much from Professor Okpala in the last year. My okuoko tickled, the current touching them and then reaching for Okwu's okuoko. Suddenly, I felt that anger again, and some part of me deep down, firmly accused, "Unclean, Binti, you are unclean!" I gnashed my teeth as I fought to stay in control. When I could not, I simply let go. My voice burst from me in a clear and loud; in Khoush, I shouted, "Stop! Stop it right now!" I felt my okuoko standing on end, writhing like the clusters of mating snakes I often saw in the desert back home. I must have looked like a crazed witch; I felt like one, too. Immediately, Okwu brought down its stinger, stopped pluming gas and moved away from me. "Stay there, Binti," it said. "If you touch my casing, you will die." Professor Dema brought down her weapon, as well. Silence. I lay there on the floor, mathematics cartwheeling through my brain, current still touching my only true friend on the planet even after a year. I felt the tension leave the room, leaving myself, too, finally. Tears of relief fell down the corners of my eyes as my strange random anger drained away. My okuoko stopped writhing. There were others in the cavernous workspace, watching. They would talk, word would spread and this would be another reminder to students, human and non-human, to keep their distance from me, even if they liked me well enough. Okwu. Its close classmate Jalal put down her weapons and hopped back. Professor Dema threw her gun to the floor and pointed at Okwu. "Your casing is spectacular. You will leave it here and download your recipe for it to my files. But if we meet outside this university where I am not your teacher and you are not my student, one of us will die and it will not be me." I heard Okwu curse at her in Meduse so deep that I couldn't understand exactly what it said. Before I could admonish Okwu's crudeness, Professor Dema snatched up her weapon and shot at Okwu. It made a terrible boom that shook the walls and sent students fleeing. Except Okwu. The wall directly to its left now had a hole larger than Okwu's nine-foot tall five-foot wide jellyfish-like body. Chunks and chips of marble crumbled to the floor and dust filled the air. "You didn't miss," Okwu said in Khoush. Its tentacles shook and its dome vibrated. Laughter. Minutes later, Okwu and I left the Weapons City Inverted Tower Five. Me with ringing ears and a headache and Okwu with a grade of Outstanding for his final project in Protective Gear 101. Once on the surface, I looked at Okwu, wiped marble dust and otjize from my face and said, "I need to go home. I need to go on my pilgrimage." I felt the air close to my skin; once I got back to my dorm room and wash up, I'd re- apply my otjize. I'd take extra time to palm roll a thick layer onto my okuoko. "Why?" Okwu asked. I'm unclean because I left home, I thought. If I go home and go through pilgrimage, I will be cleansed. The Seven will forgive me and I'll be free of this toxic anger. Of course, I didn't say any of this to Okwu. I only shook my head and stepped into the field of soft water-filled maroon plants that grew in the field over the Inverted Tower Five. Sometimes, I came here and sat on the plants, enjoying the feeling of buoyancy that reminded me of sitting on a raft in the lake back home. "I'll come, too." Okwu said. I looked at him. "You'll land in a Khoush airport, if you're even allowed on the ship. And they'll …" "The treaty," it said. "I'll go as an ambassador for my people. No Meduse has been on Earth since the war, for war's sake. I'd be coming in peace." It thrummed deep in its dome and then added, "But if they make war, I will stir it with them, like you stir your otjize." I grunted. "No need for that, Okwu. The peace treaty should be enough. Especially if Oomza Uni endorses the trip. And you come with me." I smiled. "You can meet my family! And I can show you where I grew up and the markets and…yes, this is a good idea." Professor Okpala would certainly approve. A harmonizer harmonized. Bringing Okwu in peace to the land of the people its people had fought would be one of the ten good deeds Okpala had insisted I perform within the academic cycle as part of being a good Math Student. It would also count as the Great Deed I was to do in preparation for my pilgrimage. 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Binti (novel)
Sequels.
The novella has two sequels.