There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable.

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

He was already looking at their relationship through the lens of the past tense. It puzzled her, the ability of romantic love to mutate, how quickly a loved one could become a stranger. Where did the love go? Perhaps real love was familial, somehow, linked to blood, since love for children did not die as romantic love did.

Our histories cling to us. We are shaped by where we come from.

Creative writing programmes are not very necessary. They just exist so that people like us can make a living.

It is easy to romanticize poverty, to see poor people as inherently lacking agency and will. It is easy to strip them of human dignity, to reduce them to objects of pity. This has never been clearer than in the view of Africa from the American media, in which we are shown poverty and conflicts without any context.

Culture does not make people. People make culture.