I Don't Think It Is Given To

I Grew Up In A Completely Bookless Household. It Was My Father's Boast That He Had Never Read A Book From End To End.

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.

I Don't Think It Is Given To Any Of Us To Be Impertinent To Great Religions With Impunity.

The Cat Sat On The Mat Is Not A Story. The Cat Sat On The Other Cat’s Mat Is A Story.

Love Means Having Something To Betray.