“Feet away, Professor Dema stood, carrying a large gunlike weapon with both her hands and a snarl on her lips. This was not the way final exams were supposed to go.” — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“Are they a secret part of the American government or a powerful private corporation? Is there a difference? To me, it doesn’t matter. It’s… — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“When you face your deepest fears, when you are ready,” she’d said. “Don’t turn away. Stand tall, endure, face them. If you get through… — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are! — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“But deep down inside me, I wanted . . . I needed it. I couldn’t help but act on it. The urge was so… — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
Science fiction is the only genre that enables African writers to envision a future from our African perspective. — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“Sunny nodded. But her mind was not on the problems of the black African diaspora. She was thinking about what it was going to… — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“Neither (brother) even glaced at the counter. She smiled. Her dumb brothers never cooked. She didn’t think they even knew how! A human being… — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
“Do you want to do this?” she asked. “Do I need to?” “Hmm. You’re still ashamed of what you are.” — Nnedi Okorafor Copy Share Image
