Nadifa Mohamed Quotes

Mogadishu the beautiful - your white-turbaned mosques, baskets of anchovies as bright as mercury, jazz and shuffling feet, bird-boned servant girls with slow smiles, the blind white of your homes against the sapphire blue of the ocean - you are missed, her dreams seem to say.

In her orchard the trees had been born from deaths; they marked and grew from the remains of the children that had passed through her.