I.
HOME IS WHERE THE STORY IS
AFRICAN TOWN, ALABAMA, 1901
KOSSOLAOUR STORY
Be still, my children. Listen with your ears
and your heart. Our story starts with this
mark on my right cheek, these chipped teeth.
See? This is how you know I am who I say I am.
De town where I was born is called Bantè.
It’s nowhere near here, not in African Town, not
in Alabama. This town’s way across de ocean,
on de west coast of Africa in de kingdom
of Dahomey. My family’s home was a round,
two-story adobe with a terrace. Surrounded by hills,
about eight days’ walk to de sea. Someday maybe
you will see de world de way I have seen it
in Bantè. Then you will know how de sun
kisses de earth, melts like honey over de land—
it’s no wonder I believed all of life would be
bright and sweet. No wonder it still shocks me
that de world can be so hard, so dark.
But that darkness, it brought me here.
It brought you here. This is our story.
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