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