The African continent has so many stories to tell, it's about time they are told, by them - not use.

— Akilnathan Logeswaran

The elders say-difficult to prove-that winged creatures also dream. The birds are lovers of heights, always searching out landing spots, never constant here at the foot of the human race. 'It's that they discovered a magical advantage...' they say, 'the sound of silence.' At the foot of the clouds the raindrops come earlier, it's true, and the silence of the sky is something unattainable for those who don't fly-we have never experimented. The dream of the birds was that man of them headed for a land where they experienced a similar magic to that lived by them. In the final analysis, music is the only human sound similar to that of silence.

— Ondjaki

The endlessness of the extent of that whistle resulted, without a doubt, also in an enormous metaphysical knowledge of the art of whistling, which mingled, not just with the hearing of people, but extended, in an incisive manner, to the depths of their souls, the protected corner where each one hid their things-that frightening cave, which many call the center of their being.

— Ondjaki

The giver is the blessed! The receiver stands still.

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

The headlines are never in the news! And so, what I am saying is the news is never on the headlines

— Sahndra Fon Dufe

The iPad-Plus's compromise peace agreement is probably pregnant with a noisy, perhaps thunderous baby.

— Duop Chak Wuol

The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal rain. The music, in a simple whistle, recreated a new universe with the parish and all the hearts that were witness to it- padre, pigeons, swallows, the world!- were clothed in a new carnivalesque coloring: a celebration from within.

— Ondjaki

The night was so balmy that breathing ceased to be a habitual sensation, becoming much closer to something like the gaseous ingestion of a mango, the velvet caress of a hand or the soft skin of a fresh peach. Sleeping, lying down or sitting up, was, on that night, a divine human penitence, a miracle unexpected and unrealized, intuitive and peaceful in a unique opportunity.

— Ondjaki

There is a ladder to Success! Choose to climb it.

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

There is seed time and harvest, choose to sow at the right time to have a bountiful harvest.

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu