School didn't interest me. What I longed and thirsted for was to know what the square, round and pointed symbols covering the pages of books meant.
"La Famille Boda" has an anecdote.
We were living in Niger at that time and my father was professor in a University about 54kms from Niamey, the capital. I always say, our time there was the greatest lesson I've ever been taught.
There were people from all over the world teaching and being taught in this University. The wives were all friends and the kids all played together. That's where we learned respect and love. Caring and helping.
When my father came back home, my mum told him what happened. He smiled and said nothing.
Later, I came to know that in my ethnic dialect Malinké - which I did not speak at the time - Boda means Asshole.