Taiye Selasi

They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all. They were dreamer-women.Very dangerous women who looked at the world through their wide dreamer-eyes and saw it not as it was, "brutal, senseless," etc., but worse, as it might be or might yet become.

She sleeps like a cocoyam. A thing without senses. She sleeps like his mother, unplugged from the world.

Loss is a notion. No more than a thought. Which one forms or one doesn’t. With words. Such that one cannot lose, nor ever say he has lost, what he does not permit to exist in his mind.

Your baby is crying," says the driver to Taiwo, the Ghanaian way of saying your cell phone is ringing.

Death must take place in the heart to be believed in. After love dies man believes in his death.

There was the one basic storyline, which everyone knew, with the few custom endings to choose now and again. Basic: humming grandmas and polycentric dancing and drinks made from tree sap and patriarchy.