I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was

The Strange Thing About Africa Is How Past, Present And Future Come Together In A Kind Of Rough Jazz, If You Like.

We Are Living In Enchanted Time. With Our Spirits Right.

Literature Doesn't Have A Country. Shakespeare Is An African Writer. His Falstaff, For Example, Is Very African In His Appetite For Life, His Largeness Of Spirit. The Characters Of Turgenev Are Ghetto Dwellers. Dickens Characters Are Nigerians.

We Have Not Yet Arrived, But Every Point At Which We Stop Requires A Re-definition Of Our Destination.

Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist. We Ought To Be Broken, Ruined In Some Way.