Our Histories Cling To Us.

He Was Making Her Feel Small And Absurdly Petulant And, Worse Yet, She Suspected He Was Right. She Always Suspected He Was Right. For A Brief Irrational Moment, She Wished She Could Walk Away From Him. Then She Wished, More Rationally, That She Could Love Him Without Needing Him. Need Gave Him Power Without His Trying; Need Was The Choicelessness She Often Felt Around Him.

Red Was The Blood Of The Siblings Massacred In The North, Black Was For Mourning Them, Green Was For The Prosperity Biafra Would Have, And, Finally, The Half Of A Yellow Sun Stood For The Glorious Future.

Relaxing Your Hair Is Like Being In Prison. You're Caged In. Your Hair Rules You. You Didn't Go Running With Curt Today Because You Don't Want To Sweat Out This Straightness. You're Always Battling To Make Your Hair Do What It Wasn't Meant To Do.

If You Don't Understand, Ask Questions. If You're Uncomfortable About Asking Questions, Say You Are Uncomfortable About Asking Questions And Then Ask Anyway. It's Easy To Tell When A Question Is Coming From A Good Place. Then Listen Some More. Sometimes People Just Want To Feel Heard. Here's To Possibilities Of Friendship And Connection And Understanding.

I Think Human Beings Exist In A Social World. I Write Realistic Fiction, And So It Isn't That Surprising That The Social Realities Of Their Existence Would Be Part Of The Story.