Why must we always talk about race anyway? Can't we just be human beings? And Professor Hunk replied - that is exactly what white privilege is, that you can say that. Race doesn't really exist for you because it has never been a barrier. Black folks don't have that choice.

Richard exhaled. It was like somebody sprinkling pepper on his wound: Thousands of Biafrans were dead, and this man wanted to know if there was anything new about one dead white man. Richard would write about this, the rule of Western journalism: One hundred dead black people equal to one dead white person.

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.

We do not just risk repeating history if we sweep it under the carpet, we also risk being myopic about our present.

There are people who dislike you because you do not dislike yourself.

She wanted to ask him why they were all strangers who shared the same last name.

And it's wrong of you to think that love leaves room for nothing else. It's possible to love something and still condescend to it.