An Excerpt from "Yarn: An Interwoven Memoir"

"More than twenty-five years ago in our Saidulajab home, Naniji cleaned my piss. Every morning I dreamt of waterfalls, knowing very well that the dream was, at that very moment, symbolic of an active bladder. A few minutes later, Ma woke me, replaced my soiled clothes with clean, dry ones, and the sound of Naniji’s wooden bat pounding the soapy cloth lulled me back to sleep. This was my earliest memory of my grandmother, but there were other memories implanted through photographs and video cassettes and Papa’s flamboyant storytelling."

Read the full excerpt on ShethePeople here.