An Orchestra of Minorities Quotes

“Indeed, hatred is a vandalism of the human heart.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Even in his most extroverted moment, a man is concealed from others. For he cannot be fully known.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“They were the minorities of this world whose only recourse was to join this universal orchestra in which all there was to do was cry and wail.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“He cannot be fully seen by those who look at him, nor can he be fully touched by those who embrace him.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“silence is often a fortress into which a broken man retreats, for it is here that he communes with his mind,”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“The daily life of lovers often begins to share resemblances, so that, in time, each day becomes indistinguishable from the one that came before it. The lovers carry each other's words in their hearts when apart and when together; they laugh; they talk; they make love; they argue; they eat; they tend to poultry together; they watch television and dream about a future together. This way, time slips and memories accrue until their union becomes the sum of all the words they have said to each other, their laughter, their love-making, their arguments, their eating, their work with the poultry, and all the things they have done together. When that are not with each other, night becomes to them an undesirable thing. They despair at the masking of the sun and wait eagerly for the night, this cosmic sheet that has separated them from their beloved, to pass in fervent haste.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“The true being of a man is hidden behind the wall of flesh and blood from the eyes of everyone else, including his own.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Time is not a living creature that can listen to pleas, nor is it a man who can delay.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“All the peace that had returned after his father finished mourning his wife for many years vanished at once. Grief returned like an army of old ants crawling into familiar holes in the soft earth of his father’s life.....”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“For the truth remains that more can also be more, and that less is often inevitably less.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Guardian spirits of mankind, have we thought about the powers that passion creates in human beings? Have we considered why a man could run through a field of fire to get to a woman he loves? Have we thought about the impact of love on the body of lovers? Have we considered the symmetry of its power? Have we considered what poetry incites in their souls, and the impress of endearments on a softened heart?”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“as night fell, he gave in to the dark thoughts.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“The mind of a man is a field in a wild forest on which something, no matter how small, must graze.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“The worst thing adversity can do to someone is to make them become someone who they are not. This, the person had warned, was the ultimate defeat.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“He knew nothing about the Ndali who was engulfed in flames”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Akataka, it is a common phenomenon among mankind to attempt to flip precedence: to try to bring that which has gone forward back. But it always, always fails.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“He -- himself a man of much sorrow -- knew that despair was the disease of the soul, able to destroy an already battered life.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“The river has a distinct place in the mythologies of the people because in their universe, water is supreme. They know that all rivers are maternal and therefore capable of birthing things.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Egbunu, I must say that it wasn’t that he responded this way to every woman’s voice, but her voice sounded strangely familiar to him. Although he did not know it, I knew that it reminded him of his mother. At once he saw a plump, swarthy woman who looked his age. She was sweating in the hot sun, and the sweat shimmered along her legs. She carried a tray filled with groundnuts on her head. She was one of the poor—the class of people who had been created by the new civilization. In the time of the old fathers only the lazy, indolent, infirm, or accursed lacked, but now most people did. Go into the streets, into the heart of any market in Alaigbo, and you’ll find toiling men, men whose hands are as hard as stones and whose clothes are drenched in sweat, living in abject poverty. When the White Man came, he brought good things. When they saw the car, the children of the fathers cried out in amusement. The bridges? “Oh, how wonderful!” they said. “Isn’t this one of the wonders of the world?” they said of the radio. Instead of simply neglecting the civilization of their blessed fathers, they destroyed it. They rushed to the cities—Lagos, Port Harcourt, Enugu, Kano—only to find that the good things were in short supply. “Where are the cars for us?” they asked at the gates of these cities. “Only a few have them!” “What about the good jobs, the ones whose workers sit under air conditioners and wear long ties?” “Ah, they are only for those who have studied for years in a university, and even then, you’d still have to compete with the multitude of others with the same qualifications.” So, dejected, the children of the fathers turned back and returned. But to where? To the ruins of the structure they had destroyed. So they live on the bare minimum, and this is why you see people like this woman who walk the length and breadth of the city hawking groundnuts.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Loneliness is the violent dog that barks interminably through the long night of grief.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Esprits protecteurs de l’humanité, avons-nous vraiment réfléchi aux puissances que déploie la passion chez l’humain ? Avons-nous examiné pourquoi un homme peut traverser un champ de flammes pour atteindre la femme qu’il aime ? Avons-nous réfléchi à l’effet du sexe sur le corps des amants ? À la symétrie de son pouvoir ? Avons-nous étudié ce que la poésie éveille en leur âme, et la marque des mots doux sur un cœur attendri ? Avons-nous contemplé la physionomie de l’amour, analysé pourquoi certaines relations sont mort-nées, d’autres naissent handicapées et atrophiées, tandis que certaines parviennent à l’âge adulte et durent toute la vie des amants ?”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Mais il ignorait encore que rien, jamais, n’appartient pleinement à personne.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“Chukwu, as I said before, this kind of fear-induced rumination often occurs when people have been made self-conscious by the presence of others whom they hold in high esteem. They assess themselves by focusing on how others would perceive them. In such situations, there may be no limit to the self-defeating thoughts that may form in the person’s mind, which—no matter how unfounded—may consume them in the end.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“He had joined many others ….all who have been chained and beaten, whose lands have been plundered, whose civilizations have been destroyed, who have been silenced, raped, shamed, killed. With all these people , he’d come to share a common fate, they were the minorities of this world whose only recourse was to join the universal orchestra in which all there was to do was cry and wail.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“often leaving him with a crushing envy for a version of himself that never was.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“He wept for the dreams washed down the pit of life.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“for days he thrashed about like an injured worm in the mud of despair.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“men do not often give deep thoughts to the things they do every day,”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“the fathers of old say that without light, a person cannot sprout shadows. This woman came as a strange, sudden light that caused shadows to spring from everything else.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities

“By that time, already, his life as he once knew it had separated from him like an ill-fated shadow hewn from its bearer and thrown over the cliff into a bottomless pit of oblivion, and even through all these years, he could still hear its dark voice screaming as it continued its fall.”
― Chigozie Obioma, An Orchestra of Minorities