My grandmother had no toleration for young children, and it wasn’t long into my life that I figured it out. She responded to my queries with bored and useless generalities, and I could sense that an annoying child was the last thing she wanted to put up with like an unwelcome fly hovering around the dinner table. I learned how to retreat into myself, be quiet and observe when I was in her company. I transported myself to other places shared with happier people.
It has been said in African folklore that empty words are useless. I take that as wise advice.