All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

You are not crazy. You are just ready to change.

Science fiction is the only genre that enables African writers to envision a future from our African perspective.

Silence is the best answer to a fool.

Is it not the worst pain to know there is a cure for your child's illness and then not be able to obtain it? Oh it must be the one of the worst types of pain in the world.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.