The third roommate!

I'm Paul, your roommate.

I'm your roommate Paul.

Tom became John's roommate.

Tom was John's roommate.

Has my roommate been decided?

Has my roommate been decided?

My roommate is too talkative.

My roommate is learning Chinese.

YEAH!! Best roommate friends forever!!

And one day, my roommate, Danny, said,

JCub was my friend and my roommate.

You are not a very good roommate.

Cyril? You mean my old roommate, Cyril?

My American roommate was shocked by me.

That guy was supposed to be your roommate.

What if my roommate knew about my Nigerian publisher,

Picture two characters making a plan for a birthday surprise for their roommate while that roommate overhears the entire conversation from the hallway.

I know you didn't poison your roommate. He was your friend.

These are Q tips stuck to my roommate with wig glue.

My roommate had a single story of Africa a single story of catastrophe.

The president of Khan Academy and chief operating officer, he was my roommate freshman year at Next House.

What if my roommate knew about the heart procedure that was performed in the Lagos hospital last week?

So we started in June 2005 me and my co founder, my college roommate, his name is Alexis Ohanian.

She went up to her room, changed her clothes, stole some money from her roommate and went out of the window.

What if my roommate knew about my wonderfully ambitious hair braider, who has just started her own business selling hair extensions?

He also, wants to know, if you happen to have served your roommate a Martini the night your working the party at our house.

May you find an excuse to reach out to some long lost pal, or to that college roommate, or to some person you may have turned away from.

'Not one month, one day,' his roommate Hilary Kibagendi Onsomu, who was cooking ugali, the spongy white cornmeal concoction that is the staple food in the country, cut into the conversation.

Now, what if my roommate knew about my friend Funmi Iyanda, a fearless woman who hosts a TV show in Lagos, and is determined to tell the stories that we prefer to forget?

What if my roommate knew about the female lawyer who recently went to court in Nigeria to challenge a ridiculous law that required women to get their husband's consent before renewing their passports?

What if my roommate knew about Nollywood, full of innovative people making films despite great technical odds, films so popular that they really are the best example of Nigerians consuming what they produce?

What if my roommate knew about contemporary Nigerian music, talented people singing in English and Pidgin, and Igbo and Yoruba and Ijo, mixing influences from Jay Z to Fela to Bob Marley to their grandfathers.

And so, I began to realize that my American roommate must have throughout her life seen and heard different versions of this single story, as had a professor, who once told me that my novel was not authentically African.

And I took it with my roommate, Carrie, who was then a brilliant literary student and went on to be a brilliant literary scholar and my brother smart guy, but a water polo playing pre med, who was a sophomore.