I was writing, writing all the time, in my head, looking out at the world.

The gap that was created during those transatlantic voyages hundreds of years ago.That gap is the matrix of Saudade – The Longing, I think, that all Africans in the West have, that is at the...

The official erasure of any existence before enslavement – as if black Americans did not exist before the yolk and the chains and whip – has always created a passion for us.Black people need to...

She was tall and dark-skinned and looked like a Nigerian sculpture. She moved like a lioness, her every step bristling with suppressed violence.

When I was a child, to call someone ‘black’ was an insult, a curse word, something that made you fight.But to me it contains all of the history of oppression and resistance, of being close...