I Read Everywhere. It's Like A Bodily

Love Is At Once The Most Creative And Yet Simultaneously Destructive Force In The World, And Thus, In Our Lives. And I Don't Mean The Hallmark Sentimental Type Of Love, Although That Is Part Of It. But A Deeper Obligation That We Have To Each Other: The Obligation To Reflect Our Humanness At Each Other, To Reflect Back The Things Others Show Us And We, Them.

My Books Are Often Shelved Around Those Of Chinua Achebe And Margaret Atwood, Or Chimamanda Adichie And Monica Ali. All Of This Depends, Of Course, On The Bookstore And How Conversant The Shelf Stocker Is With The Alphabet.

Before You Speak, My Friend, Remember, A Spiritual Man Contain His Anger. Angry Words Are Like Slap In De Face.

Sometimes We Say We Want An End To Hate Or Racism Or Sexism. But We All Participate In Keeping These Structures Alive. If Everyone Decided To Relinquish The Past What Would Happen To People Who Feel That There Hasn't Been Proper Atonement Made To Them? And What Happens To The Person Who Feels That The Constant Atonement Is Their Identity?

Every Successful Artist Comes From A Family - Parents Or Siblings Or Both - Who, Although Equally Gifted, Chose Not To Pursue The Treacherous And Difficult Path Of The Artist.