I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing

That Is How We Lived, Happily And Without Hope. I Was Very Young Then, And I Did Not Miss Having A Future Because I Did Not Know I Was Entitled To One.

They Say That In The Hour Before An Earthquake The Clouds Hang Leaden In The Sky, The Winds Slows To A Hot Breath, And The Birds Fall Quiet In The Trees Of The Town Square. Yes But These Are The Same Portents That Precede Lunchtime, Frankly.

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

I Do Think It Is Harder To Acknowledge Our Strengths, Or To Forgive Ourselves And Each Other For Our Shortcomings, When There Has Not Been A Result We Can All Agree On.

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...?