Contemporary African literature distinguishes itself by reclaiming both the right to tell African stories and to define their terms.

A Meal Is a Meal is a journey into the surprising and the bizarre, as well as the tantalising and the delicious.

In fact, on the morning of my birthday, just after we had broken up, I had spent time in the hotel begging someone else to love me and be with me.

But he walked out the door and said he would go, by foot, if necessary, to Afghanistan, to kill the infidels who were bombing Muslim babies in their cribs.

Those hours waiting for her mother to return were spent in a state of inertia; she wouldn’t have been able to say what she had done with the time.

By the time you get this, I will be far away. It is cowardly, I know, but I cannot see your faces and walk away. Please forgive me, knowing that I have gone to make a better life for us all.

The Road to the Country is not about reimagining war. It’s about facing it; its chaos, silence and legacy. It’s about the people who lived through it and those still carrying it in their blood. ...

Think of Freshwater book as Eddie and Venom: the parasitical aspect, with its supreme interactions with the ordinary.

Swallow is a Queernormative historical fiction that reimagines the lives of Efunsetan Aniwura and Efunporonye Osuntinubu, two powerful women.

Eloghosa Osunde writes in a way that keeps the reader in awe and gives shivers. Refreshing. Subliminal. Surreal. Daring. 

In Some Angels Don’t See God, Ever Obi has crafted a work that lingers in memory, in feeling, and in the difficult but necessary questions it leaves behind.

In the end, Parlour Wife is not without merit. It’s readable, even engaging at points, but its flaws hold it back from being truly memorable.