Kintu

"The image Miisi had constructed in Britain of the noble African rooted in his cultural values shunning westernization was a myth. What he returned to were people struggling to survive, who in the process had lost the ability to discern the vivid colours of right and wrong. Anything that gave them a chance to survive was moral."

"But on the ground, history looks nothing like this clash of nations and empires and states, however true and valid such stories may be on their terms; on the ground, history is the accumulated prejudices, hopes, and superstitions that we carry even if we don’t understand how we acquired them, everything we don’t know that makes us who we are."

"History is a fabric of memories and fear and forgetting, of longing and nostalgia, of invention and re-creation. History is bunk, and sometimes it’s a good thing it is."

"In the media, an avalanche of negative images of an Africa quickly sinking into anarchy so soon after independence overwhelmed him. Horror stories were broadcast with glee and broke the resolve of so many black activists."

"It means he’s read a lot of books.’ ‘Listen to that, a doctor of books! What use is that to this village?"

"The mind was a curse: its ability to go back in time to regret and hop into the future to hope and worry was not a blessing"

"My view is that they came on earth, did their thing and now they have bowed out. Who is to say that things are not right?"

"The second man was not sure; be blamed fate. “It was in the name,” he said. “Who would name his child first Kamu and then Kintu?”“Someone seeking to double the curse."

"Kintu felt for Gitta. He knew the snare of being a man. Society heaped such expectations on manhood that in a bid to live up to them some men snapped..."