Living With a Hand Full of Sin — How I Learned to Question Everything

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My father sat with us on the living room floor, the four of us forming a dinner circle around three large bowls. My two siblings and I had ravenous appetites, but we had to restrain ourselves from reaching for the food. None of us wanted to break one of the customs of my father’s West African culture. Our home was in Indiana, but violating Nigerian tradition could be…