A Man Who Lived On The Banks

I'm A Practised Writer Now. But When I Began, I Had No Idea What This Was Going To Be. I Just Knew That There Was Something Inside Me That Wanted Me To Tell Who I Was, And That Would Have Come Out Even If I Didn't Want It.

As Long As One People Sit On Another And Are Deaf To Their Cry, So Long Will Understanding And Peace Elude All Of Us.

There Is That Great Proverb — That Until The Lions Have Their Own Historians, The History Of The Hunt Will Always Glorify The Hunter.

A Man Who Lived On The Banks Of The Niger Should Not Wash His Hands With Spittle.

When A Mad Man Walks Naked, It Is His Kinsmen Who Feel Shame, Not Himself.