In the year of my birth, 1952, our desolate Texas prairie lured only the wildcatter oil tycoons from the east coast and the hardworking...

They raised me in one of the fiercest neighborhoods in Lagos where petty thieves and prospective armed robbers were groomed...

A few months into my first year of college, my mother called my sister and me into her room. From the tone in her voice, anyone could...

I was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first available seat and sit there quietly...