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“Most people write me off when they see me.
They do not know my story.
They say I am just an African.
They judge me before they get to know me.
What they do not know is
The pride I have in the blood that runs through my veins;
The pride I have in my rich culture and the history of my people;
The pride I have in my strong family ties and the deep connection to my community;
The pride I have in the African music, African art, and African dance;
The pride I have in my name and the meaning behind it.
Just as my name has meaning, I too will live my life with meaning.
So you think I am nothing?
Don’t worry about what I am now,
For what I will be, I am gradually becoming.
I will raise my head high wherever I go
Because of my African pride,
And nobody will take that away from me.”
― idowu koyenikan, Wealth for all Africans: How Every African Can Live the Life of Their Dreams

“You can no longer see or identify yourself solely as a member of a tribe, but as a citizen of a nation of one people working toward a common purpose.”
― idowu koyenikan, Wealth for all Africans: How Every African Can Live the Life of Their Dreams

“The God of Imagination lived in fairytales. And the best fairytales made you fall in love. It was while flicking through "Sleeping Beauty" that I met my first love, Ivar. He was a six-year-old bello ragazzo with blond hair and eyebrows. He had bomb-blue eyes and his two front teeth were missing.
The road to Happily Ever After, however, was paved with political barbed wire. Three things stood in my way.
1. The object of my affection didn't know he was the object of my affection.
2. The object of my affection preferred Action Man to Princess Aurora.
3. The object of my affection was a boy and I wasn't allowed to love a boy.”
― Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children

“Whatever you are looking for is also looking for you. You see, don't only look. Be available and ready when it shows up”
― Sahndra Fon Dufe

“A PHD is not the end of education. Education exists even among the bees who feed their queen only with the purest”
― Sahndra Fon Dufe

“I'm not interested in whether I'm better than you; only whether I'm better than yesterday.”
― Mike Ormsby, Child Witch Kinshasa

“She spoke of those needing the white destroyers' shiny things to bring a feeling of worth into their lives, uttered their deep-rooted inferiority of soul, and called them lacking in the essence of humanity: womanhood in women, manhood in men. For which deficiency they must crave things to eke out their beings, things to fill holes in their spirits.”
― Ayi Kwei Armah, Two Thousand Seasons

“...there is indeed a great force in the world, a force spiritual and able to shape the physical universe, but that force is not something cut off, not something separate from ourselves. It is the energy in us, the strongest in our working, breathing, thinking together as one people; weakest when we are scattered, confused, broken into individual, unconnected fragments.”
― Ayi Kwei Armah

“once you make yourself a freak and special any bastard starts to use you. That's half of the fierce fight in Africa'

â€� Elizabeth”
― Bessie Head, A Question of Power

“A dance with the clouds. After this dance what next. When charcoal becomes ambers and fire remind us about sweet melodies. When human emotions stop to sing and we marry our sins. A dance in between fences and living inside furnaces. A million stars had dropped, a million moons spurred hope under our broken shadows. I remain here, I remain dancing with the clouds.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“Of unconnected consciousness is there more to say beyond the clear recognition this is destruction's keenest tool against the soul?”
― Ayi Kwei Armah, Two Thousand Seasons

“I’m black
that’s what runs deep inside my soul. I’m Nile
that what makes me perennial I’m Okavango
that’s what makes me mysterious I’m the lake Tanganyika
thus what bellows deep inside
I’m black,I’m deep jet
I’m Chinhoyi thus what makes me constant I’m Kalahari thus what makes me amazing I’m black as an onyx
I’m coal
that’s what makes me thermal”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

“Are we above or is just another story?
Is it human nature?
Is it just a norm?
Is it segregation causing these deadly wars?
Is poverty leading us to the stagnant sea of prostitution?
Is the pauperism playing a role in tarnishing our image?
Is paucity injecting a lethal poison in our morals? Is penury eating civilization and destroying families?
Is the prison meant for classes in the society?
Is bribery a new Godly law?
Are drugs manufactured for us to numb the pain? Are we scared of reality?
Is it true that fathers are disappearing in the society podium?
Is it true that the lack of manhood is the root of all question marks?
Is it true that the adequate fathers in the society are destroying the sanity of children?
Is it true that our uncontrollable passions are born because we lack a muse”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

“I’m living according to the law of hand outs, I’m living under the law of charity,
I’m living under the law of being used.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

“I was sick with longing. I was sick with the curse of sensation, with all the world's sadness seeking and finding a resting place in my bones and in my marrow.”
― Tola Rotimi Abraham, Black Sunday

“Lagos is filled with broke men with big dreams.”
― Tola Rotimi Abraham, Black Sunday

“Gone but not Forgotten.”
― Tola Rotimi Abraham, Black Sunday

“You think you are the greatest sufferer in the world? Do you know
that men are sometimes banished for life? Do you know that men
sometimes lose all their yams and even their children? 1, had six
wives once. I have none now except that young girl who knows not
her right from her left. Do you know how many children I have
buried--children I begot in my youth' and strength2 Twenty-two. I
did not hang myself, and I am still alive. If you think you are the
greatest sufferer in the world ask my daughter, Akueni, how many
twins she has borne and thrown away. Have you not. heard the song
they sing when a woman dies?
"'For whom is it well, for whom is it well?
There is no one for whom it is well.'
"I have no more to say to you.”
― Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart

“If the spirits themselves were not afraid, how come they only move about at night?
- Imminent River”
― Anaele Ihuoma, Imminent River

“The heart of the issue is the modern principle, that does not hold much water,
death of us,
sever from the bosom thine breast and dispersed, surmounted morals by sadist of uncivil.
Mammoth falling gradually dying without remorse, history hidden on the hills and caves, decipher not,
roots abandoned for modern indulgence,
eyes see not,
civilization dying in the orb of beauty
when wine blinds us.
Rivers moving upstream,
oceans feeding rivers,
deserts with dense pine trees, oasis with mackerels, the amazons� sands with camel foot prints,
the Savanah snow rain paint beauty of pandas.
Mother is blinded by mammon, father drunk with savory of rum while it digs, it destroys the spirit while it penetrates the cudgel spell.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“Mother!
Ripped apart.
Reaped stones of poverty,
weeds that sprouted.
Grown to fast,
crowned young mother.

HIV reaped the harvest of my parents left me with nothing but toddler to take care of.
Robbed my youth and my hey days, left naked among a thousand suns. The splendor, the splendor of pain. My face is beautiful broken pottery,
a poetry art scene.

The screams inside ravage and rammer the very child born along thorns of anguish.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“Petunias

The mind filled, littered and polluted by black petunias
The horror of the naked decaying sun over our heads
Graves crumbling, hills erecting, mountains sinking
The stinking, smelling melodious melodies

Yarrows growing in my heart
Rage on my body
Anger on my soul
Darkness of all the hate
Manifesting

Xyris the abandoned beauty
Eyes dogged and damned!”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“I WAS ABUSED!
I WAS A VICTIM OF ABUSE. HE SPIT SPUT, DOGGED MY SPINE, DAMAGED MY RIB, PUNCHED MY FACE, RIPPED MY CLOTHES OFF.
MOURNED ON MY BODY,
SQUEEZED MY SKIN, PIMPED AND POUNDED THROUGH IT, CUT MY HYMEN INTO TINY PIECES OF FLESH, GONG GONG THE CATHOLIC BELL.
RUN THROUGH ME, POISED AND MY BACK WAS HIS BRIDGE.
PRUNED MY UNRIPE SKIN, FETISH ON MY SKIN I WAS THERE WATCHING HIM.
SEPARATED FROM MY BODY AND SOUL.
A VINE WITH OUT FLAVOR THAT WHAT HE LEFT.
A VINE WITHOUT TASTE THAT WHAT HE LEFT.”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“My name is Bonaventure Onedira Nangele Angila, and I am a thief, a liar, and a fraud.”
― Chikodi Anunobi, The Thief and the Patriot

“Moses Bwogo by baptism. Bashir Bwogo by political expediency. Boarding schools all the way to Form Six...”
― John Ruganda, The Floods

“The Sun has risen,
It will fill us warmth & love-
Love for one another,
Love Between tribes-”
― Ebrahim N. Hussein, Kinjeketile

“Man, this one,' he thought, 'this one is very much fit for human consumption!'- David G. Maillu”
― David G Maillu, Unfit for human consumption

“While at the hospital, he felt so awful about his fallen life. It was so surprising how someone could change from grace to disgrace. He realized that just as a man was capable of growing physically and spiritually strong, he was capable of growing weak.”
― David G Maillu, Unfit for human consumption

“Grace had always found the old priest's inflexibility towards the spirit world baffling. He accepted angels and the Holy Spirit but rejected outright ancestors and any other spirits as pagan superstitions. This seemed illogical to her; either you believed in spirits or you didn't.”
― Iris Mwanza, The Lions' Den

“Grace understood that her job as a lawyer was to bear witness to these atrocities of the past, and to keep telling the truth, the whole truth, so help her God and her ancestors.”
― Iris Mwanza, The Lions' Den