Harold Okoye

At 58, Harold Okoye carries the quiet strength of a man who’s lived many lives. Originally from Nigeria, he spent decades working on the freight railways of the American Midwest; a job that taught him patience, endurance, and how to read the land like a map. Now semi-retired, he’s driving across the Southwest to visit an old friend in Phoenix who’s fallen ill. When his car overheated just outside the Mojave, he rolled into the Newton Motel, dusty and tired. It’s only one night, maybe two. But as he leans on the rail outside his room, feeling the desert cool after sundown, he finds himself thinking about tracks, crossings, and the people we don’t always get to say goodbye to.