Ghana Must Go Quotes

“They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.
They were dreamer-women.
Very dangerous women.
Who looked at the world through their wide dreamer-eyes and saw it not as it was, "brutal, senseless," etc., but worse, as it might be or might yet become.
So, insatiable women.
Un-pleasable women.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“And what happens to daughters whose mothers betray them? They don’t become huggable like Sadie, Taiwo thinks. They don’t become giggly, adorable like Ling. They grow shells. Become hardened. They stop being girls. Though they look like girls and act like girls and flirt like girls and kiss like girls—really, they’re generals, commandos at war, riding out at first light to preempt further strikes. With an army behind them, their talents their horsemen, their brilliance and beauty and anything else they may have at their disposal dispatched into battle to capture the castle, to bring back the Honor. Of course it doesn’t work. For they burn down the village in search of the safety they lost, every time, Taiwo knows.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“He feels a second pang now for the existence of perfection, the stubborn existence of perfection in the most vulnerable of things and in the face of his refusal-logical-admirable refusal-to engage with this existence in his heart, in his mind. For the comfortless logic, the curse of clear sight, no matter which string he pulls on the same wretched knot: (a) the futility of seeing given the fatality in a place such as this where a mother still bloody must bury her newborn, hose off, and go home to pound yam into paste; (b) the persistence of beauty, in fragility of all places!, in a dewdrop at daybreak, a thing that will end, and in moments, and in a garden, and in Ghana, lush Ghana, soft Ghana, verdant Ghana, where fragile things die.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Sight is subjective. We learned that in class.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“loss” is a notion. No more than a thought. Which one forms or one doesn’t. With words. Such that one cannot lose, nor ever say he has lost, what he does not permit to exist in his mind.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Then Ghana, and the smell of Ghana, a contradiction, a cracked clay pot: the smell of dryness, wetness, both, the damp of earth and dry of dust. The airport. Bodies pushing, pulling, shouting, begging, touching, breathing. He'd forgotten the bodies. The proximity of bodies. In America the bodies were distant. The warmth of it ......
Why had he hated this view? Of this beach, of the backs of these fishermen, glistening brown, of the long wooden boats, evangelical names in bright tricolor paint on their splintering sides, Black Star Jesus, Jah Reign, Christ the Fisher of Men, in the red, yellow, green of the national flag and the national spirit of open-source ethos, this mixing of Anglican, Rastafarian, Ghanaian? What was there to hate in this? There was only openness. As far as he could see. A cheerful openness. An innocence. An innocent beach on the road to Kokrobite at seven A.M. November 1975, little country lurching, cheerful, unaware, to revolution. Little taxi lurching, blasting revolution, to grief.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“There was the one basic storyline, which everyone knew, with the few custom endings to choose now and again. Basic: humming grandmas and polycentric dancing and drinks made from tree sap and patriarchy.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“She sleeps like a cocoyam. A thing without senses. She sleeps like his mother, unplugged from the world.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Death must take place in the heart to be believed in. After love dies man believes in his death.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“So, the women he's loved. Who knew nothing of satisfaction. Who having gotten what they wanted always promptly wanted more. Not greedy. Never greedy... They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.

They were dreamer-women.

Very dangerous women.

Who looked at the world through their wide dreamer-eyes and saw it not as it was, "brutal, senseless," etc., but worse, as it might be or might yet become.

So, insatiable women.

Un-pleasable women.

Who wanted above all things that could not be had. Not what THEY could not have--no such thing for such women--but what wasn't there to be had in the first place.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“L'unico scopo di una relazione è quello di inscenare, in miniatura, tutto lo stramaledetto dramma della vita e della morte. L'amore nasce come nasce un bambino. L'amore cresce come cresce un bambino. Un uomo sa bene che deve morire, ma non avendo conosciuto altre realtà che la vita non crede veramente nella propria morte. E poi, un giorno, il suo amore si raffredda. Il cuore dell'amore smette di battere. L'amore muore. In questo modo, l'uomo impara che la morte è la realtà: che la morte può esistere nell'essenza di una persona, la "sua" morte. La perdita di un animale domestico o di una rosa o di un genitore può farlo soffrire, ma non sono convincenti, non abbastanza. La morte deve avvenire nel cuore per essere creduta. Dopo la morte dell'amore, l'uomo riesce a credere nella propria morte.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“It is broken in four places. Just the cracks in the beginning, left untreated now for years. His mother in Kokrobité, Olu in Boston, Kofi in Jamestown, Folasadé all over. That woman, all over him, deep in the fascia, in the muscle, in the tissue, in the matter, in the blood. He is dying of a broken heart. He cannot help but laugh at this.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“A vida dela até aquele momento tinha parecido tão original, um conto tecido elegantemente, com um elenco brilhante de personagens - ela: a princesa sem mãe de um palácio vertical, o apartamento de quatro andares na Ilha Victoria; eles: amigos fervorosos e glamurosos de seu pai, os empregados; ele: o rei viúvo do castelo. Se tivesse tido uma morte apropriada à vida deles como ela a conhecia - em um acidente de carro, por exemplo, em seu amado Deux Chevaux, ou de câncer de fígado ou pulmão, até o fim fumando Caos e engolindo rum -, ela poderia ter tolerado a perda. Teria ficado em luto. Teria se descoberto uma órfã em um apartamento de quatro andares, depois de perder ambos os pais aos treze anos, mas teria sido, enlutada dessa forma, uma coisa que ela reconheceria (trágica) em vez daquilo que se tornou: uma parte da história (genérica).”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Looking back at a world that considered her irrelevant with a look that said she considered the world irrelevant, too.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Your baby is crying," says the driver to Taiwo, the Ghanian way of saying your cell phone is ringing.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“loss” is a notion. No more than a thought. Which one forms or one doesn’t. With words. Such that one cannot lose, nor ever say he has lost, what”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Never success, because what were its units of measurement (U.S. dollars? Framed diplomas?) and what quantity was enough?”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“The mind-boggling speed of a death. (Or was it the other way around? Mind-boggling speed of a life?)”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“It was the reason, he thought, they built churches so big and investment banks so impressive. To dazzle the faithful. Arrogance by association. The machine was in control. And so he was in control who belonged to it.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Between “the way things were” and “when everything changed,” a moment within which one notices nothing, about which one remembers all.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Frustration/pity, that the world is both too beautiful and more beautiful than he knows, than he’s noticed, that he’s missed it, and that he might be missing more but that he might never know and that it might be too late; that it can be too late, that there is such a thing, a Too Late in the first place, that time will run out, and that it might not even matter in the end what he’s noticed, for how can it matter when it all disappears?”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“That still farther, past "free," there lay "loved," in her laughter, lay "home" in her touch, in the soft of her Afro? He almost can't fathom it. Had never dared dream of it, believing such endings unavailable to him, or to them, who walked shoeless, who smiled in their deaths and who sang in their dreams and who didn't much matter. That he found her and loved her and made their love flesh four times over—it matters, if only to him.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“It was all he was after in the end, a human story, a way to be Kweku beyond being poor. To have somehow unhooked his little story from the larger ones, the stories of Country and of Poverty and of War that had swallowed up the stories of the people around him and spat them up faceless, nameless Villagers, cogs; to have fled, thus unhooked, on the small SS Sai for the vastness and smallness of life free of want: the petty triumphs and defeats of the Self (profession, family) versus those of the State (grinding work, civil war)—yes, this would have been quite enough, Kweku thinks. Born in dust, dead in grass. Progress. Distant shore reached.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“He drove around the pond, the sun beginning its descent. He drove without looking, without needing to, from memory. Seeing instead of looking. He drove home by heart. Past the little public school, abandoned in the evening time, seen instead of looked at looking lonely somehow. Past the sprawling mansions—were they always this massive? Their house seeming suddenly so modest, compared. Past the teeming trees—were there always this many? Like ladies-in-waiting along the side of the road. Around the third of four rotaries (the pride of Brookline, gratuitous rotaries). Past a man and dog jogging. Past some point of no return.”
― Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go

“Хрумва ѝ нещо, не го изрича - че човек не може да научи всичко за един живот.”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go

“Единственият смисъл на връзката е да се разиграе, като модел, цялата пуста драма на живота и смъртта. Любовта се ражда , както се ражда дете. Любовта расте, както расте и детето. Човек добре знае, че все някога ще умре, но тъй като познава само живота, не вярва в смъртта си. Тогава, един ден, любовта му изстива. Сърцето ѝ спира. Любовта пада мъртва. Така човек разбира, че смъртта е факт: че смъртта може да се случи и в неговото същество, в него самия. Загубата на домашен любимец, или роза, или родител, може да причини болка, но това важно послание няма да се разбере. Смъртта трябва да се случи в сърцето, за да повярва човек в нея. Умре ли любовта, човек започва да вярва и в собствената си смърт.”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go

“Фола държи дъщеря си в ръце, а в главата ѝ се въртят куп мисли, сред които една: че е безсмислено да обичаш с такава мощ, защото тази сила не пътува, не ги пази, не ги защитава, не ходи заедно с тях, където ходят те, не им служи за щит - и все пак как иначе да обичаш? Какво друго да изпитва освен тази отчаяна, сурова любов, притиснала момичето с едно - едничко желание - да я предпази, да ѝ послужи за броня, и тази сурова, отчаяна мъка, че отдавна се е провалила в това?”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go

“Жените в живота му досега нямаха понятие от удовлетворение. Щом получеха каквото искат, искаха още, веднага. Не бяха алчни. Никога алчни. ... Те бяха дейни и мислещи, и обичащи, и търсещи, и даващи. Но и мечтаещи - най-опасната им черта.
Те бяха жени мечтателки.
Много опасни жени.
Когато гледаха на света през големите си замечтани очи и го виждаха не такъв, какъвто беше, "брутален и безсмислен" и прочие, а по-лошо - какъвто би могъл да бъде или да стане тепърва.
Тоест, ненаситни жени.
Не-угодими жени.
Които от всичко най-много искаха това, което не можеше да имат. Не това, което те не можеха да имат - за такива жени няма такива неща, - а това, което нямаше как да имаш. И най-лошото: които го поглеждаха и го виждаха такъв, какъвто би могъл да стане. По-красив отколкото той сам вярва, че е възможно да е.”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go

“...че в лицето на нещо деликатно и съвършено в свят, който е грозен и смазващ, и суров, правилният начин да се процедира е следният: Не му давай име. Направи се, че не съществува.”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go

“...се научава, че "загуба" е понятие. Една мисъл, нищо повече. Която формулираш или не. С думи. Защото не можеш да загубиш, или да кажеш, че си загубил, това, което не си позволил да съществува в ума.”
― Тайе Селаси, Ghana Must Go