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.
What we know about who we are comes from stories. It’s the agents of our imagination who really shape who we are.
You know, you can steel your heart against any kind of trouble, any kind of horror. But the simple act of kindness from a complete stranger will unstitch you.
People think that writing is writing, but actually writing is editing. Otherwise, you’re just taking notes.
Nigerians are everywhere. There’s an old joke, particularly about the Ibos, that when you finally land on Mars, you’re going to find a Nigerian there who has a shop that is selling Coca-Cola – who took a speculative trip 20 years ago and has been waiting for everyone else to arrive.
Time was the only variable in every equation of power and oppression – how long before the pot boiled over.