I have now come to know that what one believes often becomes permanent, and what become permanent can be indestructible.

But it was abundant in Canada like leaves in a forest.

He mostly told me stories at night-time, in the near darkness of the room, and I gradually burrowed into the world his words created.

They were the minorities of this world whose only recourse was to join this universal orchestra in which all there was to do was cry and wail.

Time is not a living creature that can listen to pleas, nor is it a man who can delay.

Hatred is a leech: The thing that sticks to a person’s skin; that feeds off them and drains the sap out of one’s spirit. It changes a person, and does not leave until it has sucked the last drop of peace from them.

He was seated alone on a lounge chair in the sitting room, his face veiled with a copy of his favourite newspaper, the Guardian, half reading and half listening to Mother.

I once heard that when fear takes possession of the heart of a person, it diminishes them.

Ikenna was a fragile, delicate bird; he was a sparrow. Little things could unbridle his soul. Wistful thoughts often combed his melancholic spirit in search of craters to be filled with sorrow.

He wept for the dreams washed down the pit of life.