I don't think I'll ever escape the fact that I don't belong anywhere in particular. I've often dreamed about going back to Nigeria but that's a very romantic notion. It's a hideous country to go to in reality.
On July 26 1916 I announced to all my friends in America that from now on I resolved to write no more poems in the classical language and to begin my experiments in writing poetry in the so-called vulgar tongue of the people.
