The Marajin, Hemrajie – my Ajie

This is my Ajie, my paternal grandmother, in her most characteristic pose, with her arms folded across her stomach. She could sit quietly for hours, lost in her own thoughts. I remember her as a wonderful storyteller. Despite her limited vocabulary, she could make a tale come to life and I hung on her every word as a child. Ajie does not really live in Kiskadee Village, but she visits people there from time to time.