" My katundu is my ballast, exogenous memory, my solace, my hope. Some part of me believes that if I can just find the right arrangement of the pieces—if I can string all the beads in the right order, situate them in the right light—I can create a narrative of my life that looks beautiful to me and makes sense. "

― Clemantine Wamariya , The Girl Who Smiled Beads: A Story of War and What Comes After