Love, what a strange concept…

Love, what a strange concept, really. Two strangers meet accidentally, fall in love, and decide to spend the rest of their lives together, kids and everything. Coincidence into destiny – that is what love does. A chance meeting that becomes life itself.

Mrs. Shaw by Mukoma Wa Ngugi

It is tough being black…

It is tough being black in this country. I miss the luxury of being an ethnic majority. I have counted the different kinds of racism – overt, class, institutional, historical, paternalistic, violent, subtle, with a goal, without a goal, conscious, unconscious. To be black is to be in a constant war – one has to weigh battles and fights worth the trouble and those that detract.

Mrs. Shaw by Mukoma Wa Ngugi