Beene-beene. The truest truth.
Beene-beene. The truest truth.
I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.
Let me claim that Africa and I kept company for a while and then parted ways as if we were both party to relations with a failed outcome. Or say I was afflicted with Africa like a bout of a rare disease from which I have not managed a full recovery.
Silence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.
While we watched without comprehension, she moved away to where none of us wanted to follow. Ruth May shrank back through the narrow passage between this brief fabric of light and all the rest of what there is for us: the long waiting. Now she will wait the rest of the time. It will be exactly as long as the time that passed before she was born.
But I've swallowed my pride before, that's for sure. I'm practically lined with my mistakes on the inside like a bad-wallpapered bathroom.
I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.
Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.
You can curse the dead or pray for them, but don't expect them to do a thing for you. They're far too interested in watching us, to see what in heaven's name we will do next.
But we've all ended up giving body and soul to Africa, one way or another. Even Adah, who's becoming an expert in tropical epidemiology and strange new viruses. Each of us got our heart buried in six feet of African dirt; we are all co-conspirators here. I mean, all of us, not just my family. So what do you do now? You get to find your own way to dig out a heart and shake it off and hold it up to the light again.
I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence. I can understand a wrathful God who'd just as soon dangle us all from a hook. And I can understand a tender, unprejudiced Jesus. But I could never quite feature the two of them living in the same house. You wind up walking on eggshells, never knowing which... is at home at the moment.
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
So Noah cursed all Ham's children to be slaves forever and ever. That's how come them to turn out dark
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
Culture is a slingshot moved by the force of its past
I vow I shall give all my very best books to the underprivileged, once I have read them
Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.
Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.
You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
I wish I could go visit them and talk in my own language, the English I knew before I grew thorns on my tongue.
Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look in their eyes. Then you'll see it. Their eyes look happy and sad at the same time, but unexcited by anything, shifting easily off to the side as if they've already seen most of what there is. Married eyes.
Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
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