Several great minds have influenced me as a person and an intellectual. I got into literature when I read Albert Camus's The Plague. It was also the time I read Wole Soyinka's The Man Died. But then I saw myself as a poet. The Pole, Ceslaw Milosz gave form to my poetic instincts. Did I abandon philosophy? No way. I read Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Nietzsche successfully wedded my philosophic and poetic instincts into a loving partnership. And then Toni Morrison! What can I say? This woman who lets language sing and dance; this woman who got me interested in my past. What is a great civilization without memory?
Then, after God had rested, he took time to create J. S, Bach. And he said to me: Hei, Chi, enjoy. Enough said.
I have always wanted to understand why we tell stories. I know for sure that stories create and recreate human destinies. Can I safely say that everything is story and story is everything? Anyway, no story is innocent. Like Zarathustra, I place question marks on every story. I do not rest until it is totally stripped naked, disintegrated and put back again into something that resembles the original, or perhaps totally different. I have philosophy dialogue with literature in order to help me provide passing answers to the eternal questions of life.