The Real Tragedy Of Our Postcolonial World

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.

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

I Have Many Problems In My Life, But I Don't Think That Identity Is One Of Them.

Privilege Blinds, Because It's In Its Nature To Blind. Don't Let It Blind You Too Often. Sometimes You Will Need To Push It Aside In Order To See Clearly.

She Could Not Complain About Not Having Shoes When The Person She Was Talking To Had No Legs.