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 OyeyemiHowever awful the storm of my disappointment, it's a response that belongs to me. It's my heart, after all. My territory, my kingdom. And since I'm the only one with the authority to surrender it, I can also take it back.
Helen OyeyemiI do tend to feel more connected to dead writers, perhaps because they have finished their work.
Helen OyeyemiIf you should find yourself in a place that is indifferent to you and there is someone there that your spirit stretches to, then that person is kin.
Helen Oyeyemi