‘Don’t spend all of your ambition on other people’s dreams,’ said Nana. ‘Why not? What kind of future do I have to look forward to? I’m a nobody.’ She smiled and shook her head. ‘The only nobodies in this world are the people who pretend to be somebody; the people who think they are better than other people because of the way they choose to look, or speak, or vote, or pray, or love. People are not the same but different, they are different but the same.’ I was too young to understand what she meant at the time, but I think I do now.
