I grew up the Southern part of Africa, Zambia. Like many other Africans, I was raised in an extended family. In our three-bedroom home, my grandmother, a schoolteacher, housed uncles, aunties, and cousins from remote villages. When we were too many to occupy the bedrooms, the living room floor was transformed into bed spaces. No one complained because each person was educated, then sent into the city, the rotation continued until as many people, or at least as many as grandmother could afford, graduated. Some became medical doctors, other’s bankers, one a minister.