The way green leaves turn brown together and fall from trees, let's grow old together.
The way blossoms curl up and their colours softly stir:
let's grow old and die together.
Allan Farmerhas quoted13 days ago
The way green leaves turn brown together and fall from trees, let's grow old together.
The way blossoms curl up and their colours softly stir:
let's grow old and die together
Allan Farmerhas quoted12 days ago
‘Bom Boy!’ my father would say after we'd planted the yam saplings.
That was his nickname for me and it made me feel warm and part of something. Pidgin English for baby boy.
Allan Farmerhas quoted12 days ago
Parents never answered the important questions.
Allan Farmerhas quoted9 days ago
It's so loud here, I can hardly think. Sometimes I can't feel myself. I mean I can't hear myself. I don't know if I'm making sense. The sound of this place is ugly and crude and grating. I can't sleep at night.
Allan Farmerhas quoted8 days ago
She'd never been able to answer the question for herself, whether she was beautiful or not.
Allan Farmerhas quoted6 days ago
I've worked very hard and tried many things but I am still uncertain about a way out of “darkness”.
Allan Farmerhas quoted5 days ago
Always try and feed from the breast first though. But we'll give you formula as a last measure.