In order to confront my new role as a suburban mother of a large family, I could no longer be content with working part-time at Présence Africaine nor teaching classes at the university for practically nothing. I had no trouble finding a job with a new African magazine. I dashed from one end of Paris to the other, jumping onto buses and scrambling down the steps of the Métro despite the heavy Nagra tape recorder hanging from one shoulder.
I loved this excerpt. Good for her, and for returning to the island of her birth. Thanks again.