I had a strange fantasy about moving to the US. A part of me wanted to come over here and find my literary home. I thought that maybe, I would come and find the Alice Walker to my Toni Morrison, and we would find our mutual Ntozake Shange and June Jordan and start an amazing writer’s collective for African American women. Maybe that’s the root of my disappointment. I have no literary circle. Just me, writing out into the universe.
Hello, universe. Are you there?