People Think That Writing Is

Elvis, Stop Dat! You Know It Is Taboo To Whistle At Night. You Will Attract A Spirit.

The Internet Is Really Our Meeting Place. We Have This Amazing Listserv. Every Time I Log Onto It I Feel A Sense Of Pride, Because If You Log On And Say, "oh I Was Just In San Diego And I Was In A Park And I Saw A Lion," The Flurry Of Replies On Average Is Just Like--wow! All These Existential Questions About What It Means To Be An African, And Never Having Seen A Lion At Home, But Having Seen A Lion Here. Everything You Say Turns Into This Real Philosophical Debate--it's Incredible In So Many Ways. And It's An Invigorating Place To Be.

Your Anatomy Is A Mystery That Nobody Bothers Explaining To Us. Even When We Think We Have Mastered One Woman's Body, Every Body Is Different.

I Think It's An Aggregation Of All Of The Small Acts That Are Really Transformative. I Think A Group Of Small Acts Transform The Individual. And Maybe When The Individual Transforms, Collectively We Transform.

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.