42 We told this story to Paul Sutherland, and he worked with many people to create this book. When Paul told our story of the Congazori Yellow to his artist friend Bahizi Jovan, Jovan said, “I love this story. I will illustrate it for the Congazori people!“ So that is how this story happened. But I am a teacher, and teachers like to help learners learn, so I asked Paul and Jovan if I could write something too. They said, “Sure!“ and gave me these pages at the end of the book to write what I wanted. Some think I am the oldest grandmother, but I don‘t know for sure. I do know that I am a great-great-great-grandmother. I was born before Nadine Gordimer, Nelson Mandela, Mariama Ba, Joyce Banda, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Kofi Annan, Pope Francis, Martin Luther King, Jr., Desmond Tutu, Maya Angelou, and even your grandmother. I was, however, not born before Shaka, Wangu wa-Makeri, Muindi Mbingu, Joan of Arc, Benjamin Franklin, Luanda Magere, Andrew Carnegie, George Washington, Jesus, Buddha, Mary Baker Eddy, Confucius, Rumi, Moses, Krishna, Julius Caesar, Aristotle, Genghis Khan, Muhammad, or your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. I have studied the people that are older and younger than me through books, and I have learned a lot over my life. Some people in my tribe even think I am very smart and wise so they ask me for advice. Readers of this book might find it interesting that the grandmothers and grandfathers of Congazori get together when the moon is high and the air is sweet to talk about culture and our ways as Congazori people. For hundreds of years, our ancestors have gathered, and they established a tradition to make a written record of what we discuss and decide. Together with our children and grandchildren, and for me, even my great-great-great-grandchildren, we all think about the things that matter to the Congazori and we meet to decide our community’s principles to live by. My husband says we should call these statements our Congazori Stand For because they are the things we “stand for“ as a group. My great-grandson thinks we should call them Rules, and the priest and rabbi say we should call them Commandments. My grandmother, however, was Hindu, and she believed we should call them Messages, while my happy Muslim sister says we should call them Words for Jannah. I am the oldest, so I say we call them Grandma’s Wisdom, and because this is my book...I will call them Grandma‘s Wisdom. It is funny that my family thinks that what we call these statements is more important than the statements themselves, even though they are the principles we commit to live by! People are people and we all see things differently; that is how God made us. I am short and quite fat, and my husband is tall and very skinny. He has freckles on his nose, and won‘t eat meat or fish. I have four toes and I like a little meat and fish with my rice, chapati, and beans. I also love spiced African tea with lots, and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fresh buzzy-buzzy honey that my friend I call “Honey Girl“ delivers to me. 42 A Message from a Congazori Grandmother