I wrote about my life just as I remembered it. I named names and it's very detailed. Hundreds of Sudanese refugees and people from Africa say that my journey is very similar to theirs.

I learned English by watching soaps as a kid, and since I don't have any formal education and can't teach at the universities like other literary writers do.

I was born to an Arab father and I was born Islamic.

Africans believed that the woman's bare breast represented God, the circle of life and the moral cleanliness of human beings.

I'm an African woman, I suppose these thoughts torture me more than they do black American people, because it's like watching my own children trapped in a car that's sinking to the bottom of a lake and being impotent to save them'the black Americans have their own holocaust going on. You see the black man erasing black children from the landscape, you see black women desperately trying to get the black man's attention by wearing blonde hair and fake blue eyes, 500 years after he sold her and their children across the ocean.

I have never turned a trick in my life, and I just resent the American definitions of ’sex slave’ and ’prostitute’ so much. I was a mistress!

By any means necessary, I am for Africa.