I refuse to behave fraudulently, as if I was anything else but African.

There is a pleasure a bee takes in collecting nectar and piling it into a hive. It knows well that the chores involved in such a task will yield sweet results.

Then I saw his kind eyes, a comfort I desired. Then I saw his height, a knight I needed by my side. Then I saw his body, a man I surrendered to.

To eat Ugali is an art of adventure in itself. Forget cutlery because all you need is your lovely fingers.

I do not condemn either the rich or the poor, but the consequences of these two.

My thick and full lips shall pout their African ancestry until all sorrows are kissed out of me.

The joy of comradeship in this foreign land has been killed by silence and overprotection of personal space. I miss the chaos around me for it makes me realise that I am amidst life and alive.

Everyone these days is concerned so much with privacy and forgets the value of human touch. We still need each other but are scared of how it might sound or appear to the other.

May you grow to be a fearless and proud accepting-self human.

At times we are the worst racist enemies of our black selves.

If a lion can growl, why shouldn’t a man cry?

To change your life just accept and adjust. What else can you do?

No matter how bleak, there is still chance of love in hatred but none in indifference

Why not invest in the future of music, instead of building fortresses to preserve its past?

The whole essence of good drawing - and of good thinking, perhaps - is to work a subject down to the simplest form possible and still have it believable for what it is meant to be.

Every person is a book, each year a chapter.

We don't need bigger government. We need to shrink the size of government.

People try to force things. It's disastrous. Just leave your mind alone. Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.

The incubator for terrorism, after the Middle East, is Europe, partly because of proximity, partly because of the existence of large Muslim communities there.

Human societies, like human beings, live by faith and die when faith dies.

Start at once a bedside library and spend the last half hour of the day in communion with the saints of humanity.