“My horizon lightened, I see an old woman. Who is she? Where is she from? Bent over, the ends of her boubou tied behind her, she empties into a plastic bag the left-overs of red rice. Her smiling face tells… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
And also, one is a mother in order to understand the inexplicable. One is a mother to lighten the darkness. One is a mother… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
“Each profession, intellectual or manual, deserves consideration, whether it requires painful physical effort or manual dexterity, wide knowledge or or the patience of an… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
“Try explaining to them that a working woman is no less responsible for her home... There are the children to be washed, the husband… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
A woman should marry the man who loves her, but never the one that she loves; that is the secret of lasting happiness. — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
Friendship has splendors that love knows not. It grows stronger when crossed, whereas obstacles kill love. Friendship resists time, which wearies and severs couples.… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
I remain persuaded of the inevitable and necessary complementarity of man and woman. Love, imperfect as it may be in its content and expression,… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
“My horizon lightened, I see an old woman. Who is she? Where is she from? Bent over, the ends of her boubou tied behind… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
A nervous breakdown waits around the corner for anyone who lets himself wallow in bitterness. Little by little, it takes over your whole being. — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
“Eternal woman: even in mourning, you want to make a strike, you want to seduce, you want to arouse interest!” — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
A woman must marry the man who loves her but never the one she loves; that is the secret of lasting happiness. — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
