And I watched Francis watch you. You had a collection of four bright caftans that you wore over your jeans: cerulean, indigo, tangerine, violet. You were a peacock in the company of pigeons. One morning Francis asked you, So, Yemaya. What kind of name is that? You looked at him sharply. An African name, you said. Wolof? Fula? Yoruba. Yoruba! Yes. I could see Francis was trying not to laugh. Why do you have a Yoruba name? I chose it for myself, you said. Yemaya isn’t your birth name? No. I could tell that Francis wanted to ask you what your birth name was. But your tone was forbidding. So instead he pretended disaffection and said, Too bad we’re not stopping in Yorubaland. They’d seduce you right off the truck with all their woo-woo.
What do You think about The Girl In The Road (2014)?
