All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over. — 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
