Anything A Man Can Do,

The Igbo Used To Say That They Built Their Own Gods. They Would Come Together As A Community, And They Would Express A Wish. And Their Wish Would Then Be Brought To A Priest, Who Would Find A Ritual Object, And The Appropriate Sacrifices Would Be Made, And The Shrine Would Be Built For The God.

Men Do Communicate, Often Very Directly, But Women Sometimes Cannot Accept How Simple What We Have To Say Is. We Seldom Play Games--we Aren't That Sophisticated.

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.

The Problem Is We're Looking For Something That Doesn't Exist. We're Looking For Authenticity. There Is No Such Thing As Authenticity. There Is Either Good Art Or Bad Art. Art Is Never About Its Content. It's About Its Scaffolding.

Time Was The Only Variable In Every Equation Of Power And Oppression--how Long Before The Pot Boiled Over.