Nwabulu keeps me up a lot; I think of her struggles and pain, I see her, I see her story, and I live all the women who have been emptied off through her.
Nwabulu keeps me up a lot; I think of her struggles and pain, I see her, I see her story, and I live all the women who have been emptied off through her.
Many men still deem their families incomplete without a male child, and I cannot grasp the concept
I never thought that being Ghanaian and living in Ghana was all the impediment needed to alienate me from my dreams.
The language is impeccable, and I totally recommend this book without any reservations and with all the gods in my village backing me.
I have reread it for the 100th time since its release, and I still do not feel full... I very much recommend this book with all the gods in my village backing me!
She carried the burden of guilt, thinking about all the things she could have done to avoid her brother's dying, blaming herself for even starting the chain of events that led to his death.
They had a tradition of earning armchairs in the house. This meant that no wife had a comfortable seat. You were not entitled to one unless you were pregnant, breastfeeding, or watching over toddlers.
Though the book is set in Lagos and London, it's a reality most of us can relate to from anywhere in Africa. There is something in there, an experience or anything for everybody.
Unfortunately for Kemi, her worst fears were confirmed. She was only a redundant body in a ceremonial role. Jonny poached Kemi for her skin color to represent diversity in a predominantly white company. It wasn't for her brilliance; neither was it for her experience. It was for her skin color.
I haven't lived in London before, but I'm not sure that Africans in London who are almost working-class or working-class by association can afford to eat from the buka every week and also afford takeouts as huge as what Ronke always did.
A man sleeps with the maid and impregnates her, deceives the wife he claims to love, and this same wife, Ezi, is required to apologize to the husband because she has only a daughter for him while the maid has a son.
Why did I have to carry this shame like a second skin? And every day for a month after the incident, I would usually find myself whispering to myself, "I am ruined."
