Never Ever Accept 'because You Are A

I Was Stained By Failure.

I Can Write With Authority Only About What I Know Well, Which Means That I End Up Using Surface Details Of My Own Life In My Fiction.

How [stories] Are Told, Who Tells Them, When They’re Told, How Many Stories Are Told — Are Really Dependent On Power.

I Am A Bit Of A Fundamentalist When It Comes To Black Women's Hair. Hair Is Hair - Yet Also About Larger Questions: Self-acceptance, Insecurity And What The World Tells You Is Beautiful. For Many Black Women, The Idea Of Wearing Their Hair Naturally Is Unbearable.

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.