Sometimes We Say We Want An End

Narrative Is A Very Feeble Weapon In The Face Of Human Darkness And Yet It's All We Have. That We Have To Hang The Transformation And Survival Of Our Species On The Journey And Transformation Of One Singular Person So Far Outside Of What We Expect They Can Do.

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, Everyday Acts Of Compassion. In South Africa They Have A Phrase Called Ubuntu. Ubuntu Comes Out Of A Philosophy That Says, The Only Way For Me To Be Human Is For You To Reflect My Humanity Back At Me.

I Think It's An Aggregation Of All Of The Small Acts That Are Really Transformative. I Think A Group Of Small Acts Transform The Individual. And Maybe When The Individual Transforms, Collectively We Transform.

My Books Are Often Shelved Around Those Of Chinua Achebe And Margaret Atwood, Or Chimamanda Adichie And Monica Ali. All Of This Depends, Of Course, On The Bookstore And How Conversant The Shelf Stocker Is With The Alphabet.

If You Want To Know About Africa, Read Our Literature - And Not Just 'things Fall Apart,' Because That Would Be Like Saying, 'i've Read 'gone With The Wind' And So I Know Everything About America.'