Recollections on sisakati, the traditional washroom: A hilarious story of the simple joys of a childhood growing up with the barest essentials and the power of coming together
If you grew up or have stayed in the village but you never cleaned up in a “washroom” constructed by banana leaves (sisakati) whose floor composed of a patchwork of cobblestones, humbly accept that you grew up privileged. There, I said it. If my unsolicited opinion brings up anxieties over your self-diagnosis of a serious … Read more
