Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.

Let's say there are prospects for a new Nigeria, but I don't think we have a new Nigeria yet.

Under a dictatorship, a nation ceases to exist. All that remains is a fiefdom, a planet of slaves regimented by aliens from outer space.

I'm not fond of biographies. I don't like writing about myself.

I've done a lot of guerrilla theater in my time.

One has a responsibility to clean up one's space and make it livable as far as one's own resources go. That includes not only material resources, but psychological resources: the commitment of time and a portion of your mind to something when you'd rather be doing something else.