People reach an age... where somebody elses platform is no longer yours.

It is a pink and blue feeling, as sharp as clear sky; a slight breeze, and the edges of Lake Nakuru would rise like the ruffle at the edge of a skirt; and I am pockmarked with whole-body pinpricks of potentiality. A stretch of my body would surely stretch as far as the sky. The whole universe poised, and I am the agent of any movement.

People reach an age... where somebody elses platform is no longer yours.

Every human being has a bit of gangster in him.

I’m extremely optimistic about rapid transformation and change of things in Africa in general.

There is no country in the world with the diversity, confidence and talent and black pride like Nigeria.

I believe in, and will to the best of my ability fight for, equal rights and freedom of opinion for everyone, regardless of colour, religion, nationality, orientation - you know the rest.