If I had not grown up in Nigeria, and if all I knew about Africa were from popular images, I too would think that Africa was a place of beautiful landscapes, beautiful animals, and incomprehensible people, fighting senseless wars, dying of poverty and AIDS, unable to speak for themselves and waiting to be saved by a kind, white foreigner.
Da nisam odrasla u Nigeriji, i da je sve što sam znala o Africi bilo iz popularnih slika, ja bih isto mislila kako je Afrika mjesto prekrasnih krajolika, prekrasnih životinja, i nerazumljivih ljudi, koji se bore u uzaludnim ratovima, umiru od siromaštva i side, koji ne mogu govoriti za sebe, i koji čekaju spasenje, od strane dragog, bijelog stranca.