"This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles" — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

"A gorgeous pitless account of love, violence and betrayal."

"...my point is that the only authentic identity for the African is the tribe...I am Nigerian because a white man created Nigeria and gave me that identity. I am black because the white man constructed black to be as different as possible from his white. But I was Igbo before the white man came."

"Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?"