In the Yoruba tradition a house is not a solitary piece of architecture––it is a solid mass of a host of houses which, when put together, form a compound, or more correctly, an agbo ile. A wandering child is therefore never asked, “where is your house?” The appropriate question would be, “what agbo ile are you from?” Such a hypothetical child knows also, that her inability to name her agbo ile immediately puts her identity––and legitimacy––in question. Suddenly, questions may begin to arise as to whether such a child is from the town at all. Yet, if this child knows what agbo ile she is from, she also knows something else: every member in the host of houses belongs to her. And even though she might have her own bed––or mat if accuracy is of great interest––which she would usually share with other children, she knows that her home is a multiplicity of abodes.
A Long House is a host of houses without walls. Think of citizens of a complex network of intuitions, hyper present, fearless in imagination, delivering revelations as questions.