“‘What you making, Mr Popo?' I asked.
Popo would always say, 'Ha, boy! That's the question. I making the thing without a name.
I liked Popo for that. I thought he was a poetic man.”

One day I said to Popo, “Give me something to make.”
“What you want to make?” he said.
It was hard to think of something I really wanted.
“You see,” Popo said. "You thinking about the thing without a name.”

Eventually I decided on an egg-stand.
“Who you making it for?” Popo asked.
“Ma.”
He laughed. "Think she going use it?'

My mother was pleased with the egg-stand, and used it for about a week. Then she seemed to forget all about it; and began putting the eggs in bowls or plates, just as she did before.
And Popo laughed when I told him. He said, 'Boy, the only thing to make is the thing without a name.”