How [stories] Are Told, Who

I Am A Strong Believer In The Ability Of Human Beings To Change For The Better. I Am A Strong Believer In Trying To Change What We Are Dissatisfied With.

Red Was The Blood Of The Siblings Massacred In The North, Black Was For Mourning Them, Green Was For The Prosperity Biafra Would Have, And, Finally, The Half Of A Yellow Sun Stood For The Glorious Future.

I Think You Travel To Search And You Come Back Home To Find Yourself There.

Richard Exhaled. It Was Like Somebody Sprinkling Pepper On His Wound: Thousands Of Biafrans Were Dead, And This Man Wanted To Know If There Was Anything New About One Dead White Man. Richard Would Write About This, The Rule Of Western Journalism: One Hundred Dead Black People Equal To One Dead White Person.

I’m Very Feminist In The Way I Look At The World, And That Worldview Must Somehow Be Part Of My Work.