It’s bad enough . . . when a country gets colonized, but when the people do as well! That’s the end, really, that’s the end.

This business of womanhood is a heavy burden.

We co-existed in peaceful detachment

What it is,” she sighed, “to have to choose between self and security.

She thinks she is white,' they used to sneer, and that was as bad as a curse.

What I wanted was to get away. But the moon was too far beyond, and there were white bits under me, where the flesh was shredded off and the bone gleamed that famed ivory, and those below cowered and, if they were not quick enough, were spattered in blood. Then came the jolt, as of a fall, and I saw the leg was caught in an ungainly way in the smaller branches of a mutamba tree, the foot hooked, long like that infamous fruit.

You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your perception...you see what is, where most people see what they expect.