Sarah Ladipo Manyika
British writer
Sarah Ladipo Manyika (born 7 March 1968) is a British-Nigerian writer of novels, short stories and essays.
Quotes
edit- A book reads us as much as we read a book.
- [1] - Sarah Ladipo Manyiko speaking on the relevance of In Dependence in 2019.
IN DEPENDENCE (2008)
edit- Negritude is an ideology of the elite, completely devoid of meaning for the masses ... Negritude is an ideology suggesting that Africans are blessed with a soul and not reason. They would have us believe that Africans can sing, dance and feel, but not think.
- In Dependence (2008)
- " The future of Nigeria is no longer in it's army as some of us used to think, but in the oil business.
- In Dependence (2008)
- always remember that you are an Ajayi man. Don’t forget the Ajayi motto – In all things moderation, with exception of study.
Like A Mule Bringing Ice Cream To The Sun (2016)
edit- Now the books are arranged according to which characters I believe ought to be talking to each other.
- How often I have felt lonely even when with someone. Lonelier sometimes than when I’m on my own.
- I may be old, but farting and burping in public is not something I intend to succumb to. If I can help it.
- What is done is done and I’ll wait until I get home to see how bad things really are. Consider the birds in the sky, I remind myself. Consider the birds in the sky.
- I dream of being held. Of being touched. Of being desired again. Of being recognized. Of not having to worry about what other people might one day think of this, might already be thinking.
- Madness. Old age is a massacre. No place for sissies. No place for love songs. No place for dreaming. No place for dreaming erotic dreams
- The architects must only have thought of women when they designed retirement homes, and assumed they liked to sit and stare solemnly at gardens all day.
- I keep remembering the man who repeatedly lifted an empty fork from his plate to his toothless mouth.
- It’s tough out here, and sometimes when I read about Africa, I don’t see America being any better. It’s really a crying shame.
- How could I explain that the way he craved my body made me angry
- I wonder if I should explain that it’s not that I don’t want to make love, only that after a long day of attending to others I’m craving space.
- Is every, every?’ ‘Everything’s fine,’ I say, sensing her struggle with the words.
