For a long while now I have been unable to write. Part of the reason for this is that I had established a standard of writing I deemed “quality writing” and was unable to reach it—and so I couldn’t write. Another reason is that I was feeling so much and everything was happening so fast … More Que Sera, Sera
I thought I knew people. I thought I was the great scholar of homo sapiens. I’m a huge fool. I’m a big, big fool. I don’t know people. I don’t know anything. This is what I’ve come to realize. This is the knowledge I have, nothing else. I don’t even know myself. I surprise myself … More The Girl With the Most Cake
The thing about writing about how I can’t write is that I can’t write it because I don’t like what I’m writing. If I don’t like what I’m writing then it is impossible for me to like what I’m writing about how I can’t write. So, I’m going to write about other things that are … More Writing About How I Can’t Write
The Pillow Book of Etima Ette-Umoh 