You Americans, Always Peering Under People's Beds

Our Society Teaches A Woman At A Certain Age Who Is Unmarried To See It As A Deep Personal Failure. While A Man At A Certain Age Who Is Unmarried Has Not Quite Come Around To Making His Pick.

If The Government Doesn't Fund Education, Which They Often Don't, Students Are Going To Stay Home And Not Go To School. It Affects Them Directly. But I'm Really Not Interested In Writing Explicitly About That. I'm Really Interested In Human Beings, And In Love, And In Family. Somehow, Politics Comes In.

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.

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.

He Was Already Looking At Their Relationship Through The Lens Of The Past Tense. It Puzzled Her, The Ability Of Romantic Love To Mutate, How Quickly A Loved One Could Become A Stranger. Where Did The Love Go? Perhaps Real Love Was Familial, Somehow, Linked To Blood, Since Love For Children Did Not Die As Romantic Love Did.