I was told stories, we were all told stories as kids in Nigeria. We had to tell stories that would keep one another interested, and you weren't allowed to tell stories that everybody else knew. You had to dream up new ones.

The higher the artist, the fewer the gestures. The fewer the tools, the greater the imagination. The greater the will, the greater the secret failure.

Destiny plans a different route and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.

Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart bigger.

Bad things will happen and good things too. Your life will be full of surprises. Miracles happen only where there has been suffering. So taste your grief to the fullest. Don’t try and press it down. Don’t hide from it. Don’t escape. It is life too. It is truth. But it will pass and time will put a strange honey in the bitterness. That’s the way life goes.

I learned that life will go through changes - up and down and up again. It's what life does.

We can redream this world and make the dream come real. Human beings are gods hidden from themselves.