Racism Should Never Have Happened And So

I Am A Person Who Believes In Asking Questions, In Not Conforming For The Sake Of Conforming. I Am Deeply Dissatisfied - About So Many Things, About Injustice, About The Way The World Works - And In Some Ways, My Dissatisfaction Drives My Storytelling.

Her Blog Was Doing Well, With Thousands Of Unique Visitors Each Month, And She Was Earning Good Speaking Fees, And She Had A Fellowship At Princeton And A Relationship With Blaine - "you Are The Absolute Love Of My Life," He'd Written In Her Last Birthday Card - And Yet There Was Cement In Her Soul. It Had Been There For A While, An Early Morning Disease Of Fatigue, Shapeless Desires, Brief Imaginary Glints Of Other Lives She Could Be Living, That Over The Months Melded Into A Piercing Homesickness.

Americans Think African Writers Will Write About The Exotic, About Wildlife, Poverty, Maybe Aids. They Come To Africa And African Books With Certain Expectations.

Honesty. And I Just Really Think There's A Fundamental Friendship That Needs To Exist, Whether It's A Lover, Whether It's A Sister...there's Just This Connection Both People Need To Be Effortlessly Themselves.

Stories Can Break The Dignity Of A People, But Stories Can Also Repair That Broken Dignity.