
Apparently Women Don’t Expire at 40: An Adesuwa O’Man Nwokedi Readathon
Nasiba Mbabe Bawa |
February 23, 2026

Nasiba Mbabe Bawa |
February 23, 2026

Prisca Nwabude |
February 22, 2026

Kikelomo Onigbanjo |
February 19, 2026

Oghenetega Elizabeth Obukohwo |
February 18, 2026

Godsgift Isaiah |
February 16, 2026

Prisca Nwabude |
February 17, 2026

Prisca Nwabude |
February 8, 2026

Godsgift Isaiah |
February 8, 2026
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Adesuwa does exceptionally well and deserves credit for centering women over forty as worthy of love. Not consolation love. Not “settling” love. But real, expansive, desire-filled love.

These are the books that could hold that kind of attention again. Not because they’re flawless, but because they can survive stillness.

Sordaneon was a timely reminder of why few pleasures genuinely compare to reading, and why the fantasy genre remains my first literary love.

Figuring out strengths can be confusing. Sometimes people think it’s obvious, but really, most don’t know until they try stuff, fail a bit, and notice what comes naturally. And yeah, tools like an amcat mock test free help—but not because they’re tests. They’re more like mirrors, reflecting what someone’s good at without judging. Kind of […]

Itohan had travelled to Juk to retrieve Ebuka’s badly mangled body and returned it to his old parents in their village in Imo State.

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.

Give it a listen. By the time the album ends, you’re not just a listener anymore; you’ve been carried through grief, reflection, and ultimately, a kind of healing.

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.

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