As usual, I have nothing but praise for Efua’s writing. It’s easy to read, and you’re sure to stay glued to the story.

It also highlights that love is a choice and way beyond feelings because feelings can be fickle. It reminds us that sometimes, sustaining our friendships can be pretty tricky.

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!

Although I found relish in these authentic experiences, some essays were a sobering reminder of how much Nigerians have lost and the horrors it has gone through

I believe a good book is one (regardless of its genre or setting) you can resonate with through its characters and the writer is able to carry you along to its final destination.

The book covers themes such as racism, politics in the pre and post-colonial era in Africa, Identity crisis, infidelity, the slave trade, and the importance of knowing one’s roots

Ebere has a theory that a killer is out there that claims his victim every Christmas, and she believes their best friend Janet was one of his victims.

It was fascinating to observe the misogynistic and ignorant Bambi trying to solve the mystery placed before him, a mystery with glaring answers he doesn’t see immediately.

Set in contemporary Lagos, these stories are not interwoven, but they have a central theme. The language is very simple, everyday words and even some slangs were thrown in for good measure.