HOME, SWEET HOME

**2 minutes upon my stepping on Rwandan soil**

Passerby (while seazing my one braid): You find these beads in your head to be beautiful? (Before I could formulate an intelligible response, she continued…) I once attended a church program and a person had been demon possessed and once they delivered her, they found the spirits had been concentrated in her big beads, just like yours.

Me: Shall I remove them?

Passerby: Yes.

I somehow, never felt more at home.