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“You must never behave as if your life belongs to a man. Do you hear me?” Aunty Ifeka said. “Your life belongs to you and you alone.”

"Olanna danser akkurat som hvite folk!" sa Mama Oji og lo. "Rumpa hennes rører ikke på seg i det hele tatt!"

"Hvorfor vil du ikke ha penger?" spurte Kainene ham.
"Hva kan jeg kjøpe for dem?" spurte han.
"Er du dum?" sa Kainene. "Det er mye du kan kjøpe for penger."
"Ikke i Biafra." Mannen trakk på skuldrene. "Bare gi meg garri og ris."

Kainene snøftet. "Sosialisme ville aldri fungere for igboene." Hun ble stående med børsten løftet. "Ogbenyealu er et vanlig jentenavn, og vet du hva det betyr? 'Skal ikke gifte seg med en fattig mann.' Å stemple et barn med det ved fødselen er kapitalisme på sitt beste."

Det fins enkelte ting som er så utilgivelige at de gjør andre ting lette å tilgi.

Richard exhaled. It was like somebody sprinkling pepper on his wound: Thousands of Biafrans were dead, and this man wanted to know if there was anything new about one dead white man.

That is what the relatives of the ugly monkey, enwe, told him to make him feel better, that good looks come in different ways.

There are two answers to the things they will teach you about our land: the real answer and the answer you give in school to pass.

And the only way you can get their respect is to be the best.

Master was a little crazy; he had spent too many years reading books overseas, talked to himself in his office, did not always return greetings, and had too much hair.