“It is time to hear a story, we will listen, we will learn.”
The five of us gather round Mama Ibadan, singing the chorus she taught us the last time she visited, urging her to tell us a story. Mama Ibadan is father’s mother; she lives in Ibadan so we call her Mama Ibadan.
She sits up on the stool that is placed against the open kitchen door and she tucks her wrappers firmly between her legs,
