My paternal grandmother was addicted to tobacco and baby urine. In my village, there were a dozen old women who smoked tobacco, but as far as drinking baby’s urine was concerned, my grandma was the only one. When I was only four years old, I was already at her service. She often ordered me to fetch her a light to aid her smoking habit. I would run home with a smouldering bunch of straw and use a bamboo splinter to light a fire. The way she smoked tobacco was not the same as the male neighbours. They exhaled the smoke...