Kechi Ladapo

We cradle the tools of the Machine. We brush their glassy faces and keep them closer than our own children. We allow the tools to direct our thoughts and emotions, to shepherd the flow of our neurochemistry and our spirit. We feel helpless when we try and break away, suddenly discovering we are addicts, or else possessed by some diabolical digital ... See more

Late have I loved You,

O Beauty ever ancient, ever new,

late have I loved You!

You were within me, but I was outside,

and it was there that I searched for You.

In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which You created.

You were with me, but I was not with You. Created things kept me from You;

yet if they had not been in You, they would ... See more

When I'm talking to students who want to write professionally, I try to draw from simple analogies: the carpenter who is going to make a perfect chair has to know about wood, trees, the body and how it looks when it is in a sitting position. He should know something about the industry first of all. And then he should pick the right wood for color, ... See more