Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me itโs no big deal that Iโm not like Snow. I can be another thing; Iโm meant to be another thing.
Helen OyeyemiI wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.
Helen OyeyemiThe language of [Catholic] mysticism - its repeated attempts to lay consciousness itself bare and speak all the intensely opposing yet interconnected parts of it that cannot be spoken.
Helen Oyeyemi