The ground that man walks on, has it not always been there? - Wole Soyinka

Then I slowly realised that your greatest art is the art of survival. But at least have the humility to let others survive in their own way.

What is one flesh from another? So I tried it again, just to be sure of myself. It was the first step to power, you understand. Power in its purest sense. The end of inhibitions. The conquest of weakness of your too human flesh with all its sentiment.

What I boast is known in Lagos, that city / Of magic, in Badagry where Saro women bathe / In gold, even in smaller towns less than / Twelve miles from here...