I am always quiet so that I know what to say when I must speak.

Some people tried to hurt us to protect themselves, their family and communities...This was one of the consequences of civil war. People stopped trusting each other, and every stranger became an enemy. Even people who knew you became extremely careful about how they related or spoke to you.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

I believe that there is a God, and coming from an African tradition, I believe also that there are gods.

As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.

My teeth became sour as I listened to his story. It was then that I understood why he was quiet all the time.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?