The West will begin to understand Africa when it realizes it’s not talking to a child – it’s talking to its mother.
The West will begin to understand Africa when it realizes it’s not talking to a child – it’s talking to its mother.
At the end of a week of failures and disappointment all I knew was that I knew nothing - a…
We are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip out.
A rose, by any other name, as sweet would smell; a rhododendron, by any other name, would be easier to…