Humans, not places, make memories.

Humans, not places, make memories.

Its a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.

Once an interesting idea or theme occurs to me then I would want to write a poem about it. The rest, frankly, is not difficult.

People are worms, and even the God who created them is immensely bored with their antics.

There are powerful forces undermining progress in Africa. But one must never underestimate the power of the people to bring about change.

Once in a while I catch myself wondering whether I would have found the courage to write if I had not started to write when I was too young to know what was good for me.