for I had reached a point in my life when I came to view words differently. A closer look at language could… — Ngugi wa Thiong'o

Stories, like food, lose their flavor if cooked in a hurry.

That was one of the most rewarding things about spending nights in the open. Birds were bound to wake you up, and whether they carried good or bad luck, at least they woke you up with music.

It's terrible when the old have to bury the young. But it is more terrible when neither the old nor the young are there to bury each other.