Excellent piece by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
I have met Chinua Achebe only three
times. The first, at the National Arts Club in Manhattan, I joined the
admiring circle around him. A gentle-faced man in a wheelchair.
“Good evening, sir. I’m Chimamanda Adichie,” I said, and he replied, mildly, “I thought you were running away from me.”
