The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before itโs ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.
Helen OyeyemiThere were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.
Helen OyeyemiI see all mythology as one tradition, a way of disseminating knowledge that must come to us in code so that we can live sanely with it, since some forms of knowledge are too dark, or too complex, to be plainly spoken. And so we have these weird (and also sometimes entertaining and surprising and heartening) tales that belong to all of us.
Helen OyeyemiThis was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.
Helen OyeyemiSolitary people, these book lovers. I think it's swell that there are people you don't have to worry about when you don't see them for a long time, you don't have to wonder what they do, how they're getting along with themselves. You just know that they're all right, and probably doing something they like.
Helen Oyeyemi