In the end I began to understand. There is such a thing as absolute power over narrative. Those who secure this privilege for themselves can arrange … - Chinua Achebe

There is a story, perhaps apocryphal, that a Biafran plane landed in another African country, and the pilot and all of the crew came out, and there was not a white man among them. The people of this other country — which is a stooge of France — couldn’t comprehend a plane being landed without any white people. They said, “Where is the pilot? Where are the white people?” They arrested the crew, presuming there had been a rebellion in the air!

For whom is it well, for whom is it well.
There is no one for whom it is well.

Even the village rain-maker no longer claimed to be able to intervene. He could not stop the rain now, just as he would not attempt to start it in the heart of the dry season, without serious danger to his own health.