…fresh, riveting and dynamic… The Blurb A young lady’s illness and death is attributed to diabolism as her family ignore medical diagnosis… A youth corper posted to a rural community adapts to his environment by reporting to his basest instincts….
…perfect stories about imperfect people… The Blurb Religious fervour culminates in an exorcism for one unfortunate maid. A harrowing encounter on a train haunts Anuli. A mother abandons her child in search of personal freedom. A wife joins her husband,…
Of Love, Letters and Feedback to Ngozi “Engee” Ukweni “We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is, at last, a drop which makes it run over; so in…
Fela always simplified complex issues, and the Nigerian dilemma is unquestionably a complex one, which I myself have attempted to simplify to understand it better. – Sefi Atta (I enjoyed listening to Sefi Atta give this speech at the FELABRATION…
The late Toni Morrison once suggested that contemporary literature would be spared a good number of novels if authors would only write letters home once in a while. This one is long overdue. I used to think it was enough…
…An intriguing insight into the lottery of life and lust in Lagos… The Blurb Nights of the Creaking Bed is full of colourful characters involved in affecting dramas: a middle-aged housewife who finds love again but has an impossible decision…
Scrolling through Facebook today, I came across a post by Ama Udofa; So when are we going to fish out the Nnamdi that Chimamanda Adichie was crushing on in secondary school? 🤔 I was still trying to decide on what reaction…
I’m currently reading David Mogo Godhunter by Suyi Davies Okungbowa. It’s been a good read so far. However, its theme of migration and identity got me thinking about one of my favourite poems – Home by Warsan Shire. Enjoy! Home…
My Favourite Quote: Before I met Eugene, I had lived. I had not poked for a man, though there were times when I’d longed for hands to brush across my breasts or even to lift them up, heavy as they…
When I began reading Wings of the Night Sky, I didn’t know what to expect. I knew it was going to be a fantasy – obviously – but what I didn’t know was that I was going to be embarking…
