That Her Relationship With Him Was Like

Culture Does Not Make People. People Make Culture.

Red Was The Blood Of The Siblings Massacred In The North, Black Was For Mourning Them, Green Was For The Prosperity Biafra Would Have, And, Finally, The Half Of A Yellow Sun Stood For The Glorious Future.

Some People Ask: "why The Word Feminist? Why Not Just Say You Are A Believer In Human Rights, Or Something Like That?" Because That Would Be Dishonest. Feminism Is, Of Course, Part Of Human Rights In General-but To Choose To Use The Vague Expression Human Rights Is To Deny The Specific And Particular Problem Of Gender. It Would Be A Way Of Pretending That It Was Not Women Who Have, For Centuries, Been Excluded. It Would Be A Way Of Denying That The Problem Of Gender Targets Women.

She Rested Her Head Against His And Felt, For The First Time, What She Would Often Feel With Him: A Self-affection. He Made Her Like Herself.

At About The Age Of Seven … I Wrote Exactly The Kinds Of Stories I Was Reading: All My Characters Were White And Blue-eyed, They Played In The Snow, They Ate Apples, And They Talked A Lot About The Weather: How Lovely It Was That The Sun Had Come Out. This Despite The Fact That I Lived In Nigeria; We Didn’t Have Snow, We Ate Mangoes, And We Never Talked About The Weather, Because There Was No Need To.