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"“But what she also came to know was that someone somewhere would always see in any kind of difference, an excuse to be mean.”"
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Our Sister Killjoy"“And yet, I have not wronged you, have I? Indeed if there is anyone I may have sinned against, it is me. That desiring you as I do, needing you as I do, I still let you go.”"
Our Sister Killjoy: or Reflections from a Black-eyed Squint is the debut novel of Ghanaian author Ama Ata Aidoo, first published by Longman in 1977. It has been called "a witty, experimental work whose main point is a stylish dismissal of characteristic attitudes of both the white world and the black middle class." It was described by one reviewer as "a strikingly unusual and pertinent commentary
"“But what she also came to know was that someone somewhere would always see in any kind of difference, an excuse to be mean.”"
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