There is something about clothes, I think, and shoes.
They were sneakers, and this is in a village that doesn't even have paved roads. It was quite attractive.
I told him, "Well, I want to go to where you are," because this man looked very happy, and I admired that.
And he told me, "Well, what do you mean, you want to go? Don't you have a husband waiting for you?"
And I told him, "Don't worry about that part. Just tell me how to get there."
This gentleman, he helped me.
While I was in high school also, my dad was sick.
He got a stroke, and he was really, really sick, so he really couldn't tell me what to do next.
But the problem is, my father is not the only father I have.
Everybody who is my dad's age, male in the community, is my father by default -- my uncles, all of them -- and they dictate what my future is.