I will never forget the strange magic of fireflies on one of those warm Umueze nights. I could barely wait to witness the winged creatures that came with the twilight. My grandmother will carefully pierce air holes into the lid of an empty jar and send my tiny feet prancing into the village so I could capture them one by one with my cousins. My mother was always against it. I couldn’t help but want to cultivate these living lanterns, although this inevitably shortened their lives. As I grew older, I learned to appreciate fireflies without needing to catch them.