They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.

Is it my fault if I do not look like an English girl and I do not talk like a Nigerian? Well, who says an English girl must have skin as pale as the clouds that float across her summers? Who says a Nigerian girl must speak in fallen English...?

So when I say that I am a refugee, you must understand that there is no refuge.

A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

Something I am now convinced of, after researching Everyone Brave, is that none of us is born courageous in all respects.

Studying psychology is fun because you're always looking for the same things I think a writer should be looking for, which is the story behind the story.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.