I grew up in Antigua. My mother brought home a Warri board when I was about six or seven years old, and then my father taught me how to play the game. It was common to see the men playing Warri on the side of the road at the airport and at the market, for example. A small crowd would always gather around, and the usual bantering would take place between players and boisterous spectators as the game progressed. Warri is part of my cultural heritage, and I am grateful to The Oware Society for keeping me connected to this small piece of who I am, even though I rarely play these days.