At the time of independence in 1975, Mozambique was extremely poor. Many Portuguese residents abandoned the country, leaving only a handful of well-educated Mozambicans to try to run the country.

Many words will be written on the wind and the sand, or end up in some obscure digital vault. But the storytelling will go on until the last human being stops listening. Then we can send the great chronicle of humanity out into the endless universe.

We only have the past that we have. Not all of our deeds were incorrect.

I do not understand how on earth you can become a writer without seeing the world.

Life is a flimsy branch over an abyss.

Many people say I smile more in Africa than in Sweden.

To grow up is to wonder about things; to be grown up is to slowly forget the things you wondered about as a child.