“Being poor is neither history nor permanent but a status. Writers who begin with this sentence “X is a poorest country in the world,” to describe any African country are lacking intelligence. How would they feel if we turned the tables and used sentences that portray historical offenses committed to other countries? I bet nobody would like to read, “X is a country that killed millions of Y during Z’s regime.”

“Many years ago, I left my home country very narrow minded. Today I return with an educated mind, able to understand why my culture is as it is and still be very proud of it.”

“My accent is of African ancestry and so is my origin and I have no intention to change any of it. Therefore nobody should expect me to fraudulently behave as if I was anything else.”

“Sometimes this sentence “I am praying for you” can be so dishonest and lowering that there are occasions I have looked up in heaven and asked God, “please don’t accept that prayer”.”

“There are days when one feels not like being out there – it’s ok go ahead and hibernate. There are days when one wants to give affection – trust me there are many ways to do that and plenty of people wanting it. There are days when one wants to feel it’s ok to have needs – please don’t hide who you are. There are days when one feels like nobody understands you – it’s ok to play a low key and watch life quietly.There are days when one feels like is giving more than receiving – take a step back to refuel yourself, ask for help and simply stop for a breather.There are days when one feels like not sharing – share to give others a chance to know you.”

“If I was a cake, I would be incomplete unless I was a yellow sponge from Asia; frosted with brown chocolate from Americas; classy and elegant decorated with fresh white cream from Europe, and satin black fondant from Africa. I would be edible only if cooled in the Antarctica and served at a beach in Australia. No race in this world is superior to another but rather deficient without the other. Tolerance is not love but a chance to abolish any opportunity for hatred. Let’s keep baking in a joyful and tolerant manner.”

“Drooling over an African figure that I could never have, I feasted my eyes uponthe swaying mounds of my fellow African sisters.”