“They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.”

“They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.”

“Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.”

“She sleeps like a cocoyam. A thing without senses. She sleeps like his mother, unplugged from the world.”

“He feels a second pang now for the existence of perfection, the stubborn existence of perfection in the most vulnerable of things and in the face of his refusal-logical-admirable refusal-to engage with this existence in his heart, in his mind. For the comfortless logic, the curse of clear sight, no matter which string he pulls on the same wretched knot: (a) the futility of seeing given the fatality in a place such as this where a mother still bloody must bury her newborn, hose off, and go home to pound yam into paste; (b) the persistence of beauty, in fragility of all places!, in a dewdrop at daybreak, a thing that will end, and in moments, and in a garden, and in Ghana, lush Ghana, soft Ghana, verdant Ghana, where fragile things die.”

“They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.”