Race doesn't really exist for you because it has never been a barrier. Black folks don't have that choice.

The novels I love, the ones I remember, the ones I re-read, have an empathetic human quality, or 'emotional truth'. This quality is difficult to fully define, but I always recognise it when I see it: it is different from honesty and more resilient than fact, something that exists not in the kind of fiction that explains but in the kind that shows.

I divide my time between Columbia, Maryland, and Lagos, Nigeria.

Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.

I write from real life. I am an unrepentant eavesdropper and a collector of stories. I record bits of overheard dialogue.

This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.

My grandfather died in the war, my family went through the war, and it affected my parents in really profound ways. I've always wanted to write about that period - in some ways to digest it for myself, something that defined me but that I didn't go through.