I don't think I'll ever escape the fact that I don't belong anywhere in particular. I've often dreamed about going back to Nigeria, but that's a very romantic notion. It's a hideous country to go to in reality.

It's kind of chased away a few demons for me and, um, it's educated me a little bit more.

In a real fight, there ain't no time and you've got to use your wits. If someone were threatening the life of my child, then I'd be a good fighter. If somebody just wanted to steal my wallet, well, maybe I wouldn't worry about it so much.

I think I'm a bit of a dreamer. I don't like the reality of life to impinge much on my life.

I keep thinking I should get a phone, because everyone's got one and it becomes increasingly difficult to exist in a society where everyone else has moved ahead and you haven't.

I do feel like I'm not entirely an insider.

I kind of like the challenge of jumping into totally different spaces and styles and figuring out how to fit in.