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84 EPISODE 10: COMING HOME – PART 2
meet again. There are differences I have to make light of and memories to spread before I’ve forgotten them all.
Suddenly, I remember walking down the road with my best friend Anita. She was wearing some nice and loose-fitting black trousers and I in my brightest orange skirt. Unexpectedly, our neighboring pastor called out to us and catching each other's eyes, biting back a smile, we walked over to him. We then stood there for ten minutes as he loudly preached the sin of women wearing trousers, squashing our attempted protests with his righteous fervor. It was only through a string of lies about the necessity of our being somewhere else right now that we managed to escape, laughing, almost until we collapsed.
I remember school children in the marketplace playing "Chinese jump rope” with a string of tied- together polythane bags. Some girls have got hold of a mango and sucked the pit down to its last fibers. They have dried it in the sun and are brushing and styling the hair in a variety of fashions. Other
