If I Can't Write It

Is It My Fault If I Do Not Look Like An English Girl And I Do Not Talk Like A Nigerian? Well, Who Says An English Girl Must Have Skin As Pale As The Clouds That Float Across Her Summers? Who Says A Nigerian Girl Must Speak In Fallen English...?

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

The Future Looks Like Gasoline. . . . Crude Oil . . . Is The Future Before It Has Been Refined. It Is Like A Dream Of The Future, Really, And Like Any Dream It Ends With A Rude Awakening.

I Was Carrying Two Cargoes. Yes, One Of Them Was Horror, But The Other One Was Hope.

Things That We Have To Really Dare Ourselves To Do Come Quite Naturally To Others.