If You Want To Know About Africa,

Something That Had The Quality Of A Dimly Lit Stage Set Just Before The Curtains Rise On Opening Night. There Was A Rhythm To It, A Beckoning, And A Bittersweet Tear In Time.

Fire And Water Are Archetypes, The Split Sides Of Consciousness; One Aware, The Other, Not. The Two Parts Of Us That Desire Synthesis, Yet Resist It: The Self And The Shadow. But They Are Also The Element Of Chance, Of The Random Roll Of Dice.

Men Do Communicate, Often Very Directly, But Women Sometimes Cannot Accept How Simple What We Have To Say Is. We Seldom Play Games--we Aren't That Sophisticated.

I Didn't Leave Africa, I Left Nigeria, And For Political Reasons. But ... I've Never, Never Left Africa, And I Certainly Never Left What It Means To Be Ibo. That Is Something You Carry With You.

What I've Come To Learn Is That The World Is Never Saved In Grand Messianic Gestures, But In The Simple Accumulation Of Gentle, Soft, Almost Invisible Acts Of Compassion.