It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.

Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it all from above.

Children know so little, they must learn quickly to imitate grown-ups whenever they feel unsure in a situation.

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.

It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.

When you leave Africa, as the plane lifts, you feel that more than leaving a continent you're leaving a state of mind. Whatever awaits you at the other end of your journey will be of a different order of existence.

Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.