Our Histories Cling To Us. We Are

You Must Never Behave As If Your Life Belongs To A Man. Do You Hear Me?' Aunty Ifeka Said. 'your Life Belongs To You And You Alone.

When We Realize That There Is Never A Single Story About Any Place, We Regain A Kind Of Paradise.

There Has Always Been A Strange Dissonance Between The Public And The Private In Nigeria.

I Was Stained By Failure.

He Was Making Her Feel Small And Absurdly Petulant And, Worse Yet, She Suspected He Was Right. She Always Suspected He Was Right. For A Brief Irrational Moment, She Wished She Could Walk Away From Him. Then She Wished, More Rationally, That She Could Love Him Without Needing Him. Need Gave Him Power Without His Trying; Need Was The Choicelessness She Often Felt Around Him.