"I have always been proud of my unique foundation of different experiences, having lived under so many different flags. The bloody eyeball of the Bangladeshi flag challenges my mind and keeps it open, reminding me of mouthwatering food, my family, and the colorful mix of green paddy fields and crazy rickshaw-filled urban traffic; the Cameroonian flag inspires me to delve into linguistic and social conflicts; the Ghanaian flag makes me hungry, thinking of fufu found at the local market; and the Timorese flag brings back memories of semi-tamed crocodiles."

   "The man’s remark stung. It made me wonder: if Bangladesh’s flag did not represent me, what flag am I?"