I have never read anything as honest and raw as this book. The emotions carried in this book are so real that readers can literally feel the characters’ emotions.

I highly recommend this book from the deepest part of my heart and soul, with my generation and gods backing me. This is a 5-star read and deserves all the flowers.

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.

This book is rich in tradition and customs, from ritual suicide to honor killings and you’ll get more than a glimpse into proper African society.

It is necessary to know how… religious intolerance has taken squatter’s rights in Northern Nigeria and how our indifference to this will be our undoing.

Choked by the fear of shaming her parents, she sets boundaries but leaves certain overfamiliar frontiers unchecked.

Many men still deem their families incomplete without a male child, and I cannot grasp the concept

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!