It Is Also The Pardonable Vanity Of

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.

There Are Moments Which Are Made Up Of Too Much Stuff For Them To Be Lived At The Time They Occur.

A Good Writer Can Watch A Cat Pad Across The Street And Know What It Is To Be Pounced Upon By A Bengal Tiger.

Without A Pen In My Hand I Can't Think.

The Things That Are Done In The Name Of The Shareholder Are, To Me, As Terrifying As The Things That Are Done - Dare I Say It - In The Name Of God.