That Women Are Mysterious And Unknowable Is

Sometimes We Say We Want An End To Hate Or Racism Or Sexism. But We All Participate In Keeping These Structures Alive. If Everyone Decided To Relinquish The Past What Would Happen To People Who Feel That There Hasn't Been Proper Atonement Made To Them? And What Happens To The Person Who Feels That The Constant Atonement Is Their Identity?

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 I Dont Get At Least One E-mail Every Ten Minutes, I Feel Unloved. Even Junk Mail Makes Me Feel Seen. Sad, I Know. Sigh.

All Power Within The Microcosm Of My World Was Held And Wielded By People Who Look Like Me. Plus, I Think Nigerians All Have This Sense That They Are Better Than Everyone, Including White People. So I Have The Privilege Of A Certain Distance. It May Just Be That. So In A Sense, I Can't Claim That As Any Ability That I Have, Simply A Matter Of Circumstance.

Here's The Thing: You Rescue Us Every Day In Small, Quiet Ways, So Why Not In This Way? Let Us Into Your Mystery, Tell Us How You Would Like To Be Loved, Show Us How To See You, Really See You.