The Shape of Love

My father died in 1958 and before my third birthday. Around the same time I believe I came to be living with my maternal grandparents. As I wrote in my autobiography, Sankofa: Learning from Hindsight, I felt like I lived in paradise and I was afforded all the playfulness I could manufacture. At about fourth grade, I gained a mother, an older sister, and an older brother. Into the picture, also came my Uncle Kwame, who had moved back into the country from England after his studies. He was now the chief engineer of Ghana Airways.My Uncle Kwame would pick [...]