Nobody Can Teach Me Who I Am.

Real Tragedy Is Never Resolved. It Goes On Hopelessly For Ever.

The Last Four Or Five Hundred Years Of European Contact With Africa Produced A Body Of Literature That Presented Africa In A Very Bad Light And Africans In Very Lurid Terms. The Reason For This Had To Do With The Need To Justify The Slave Trade And Slavery.

Just Think Of The Work You've Set Yourself To Do, And Do It As Well As You Can.

A Budding Writer Wants To Be Encouraged.

The Impatient Idealist Says: 'give Me A Place To Stand And I Shall Move The Earth.' But Such A Place Does Not Exist. We All Have To Stand On The Earth Itself And Go With Her At Her Pace.