If I Dont Get At Least One

I Have Not Spoken In Three Years: Not Since I Left Boot Camp. It Has Been Three Years Of A Senseless War, And Though The Reasons For It Are Clear, And Though We Will Continue To Fight Until We Are Ordered To Stop--and Probably For A While After That--none Of Us Can Remember The Hate That Led Us Here. We Are Simply Fighting To Survive The War. It Is A Strange Place To Be At Fifteen, Bereft Of Hope And Very Nearly Of Your Humanity. But That Is Where I Am Nonetheless.

I Think Cities Are The Primordial Forests Of Our Time. We Evolve Faster As A Species In Cities. Cities Are Chaotic, Liminal Places Where The Many Aspects Of Human Potential, Good And/or Bad, Are Most Readily Magnified.

Nigerians Are Everywhere. There's An Old Joke, Particularly About The Ibos, That When You Finally Land On Mars, You're Going To Find A Nigerian There Who Has A Shop That Is Selling Coca-cola--who Took A Speculative Trip 20 Years Ago And Has Been Waiting For Everyone Else To Arrive.

That Women Are Mysterious And Unknowable Is Something Every Young Man Grows Up Believing. Men, On The Other Hand, Never Think Of Themselves As Mysterious Or Confusing, And We Are Often At A Loss As To Why Women Want To Figure Us Out.

In This Time Of The Internet And Nonfiction, To Be On An Actual Bookshelf In An Actual Bookstore Is Exciting In Itself.