A Grain of Wheat fought me every inch down my throat. It refused the demure linearity of a beginning, middle, and ending. I wanted to chuck it out the window.
Ngũgĩ and Characters Who Prickle Like Wheat Read Post »
So, a turkey is either a hell spawn with its incessant cackling or a jolly feathered friend celebrating each moment: it’s all about perspective.
What A Turkey Taught Me About Perspective Read Post »
It wasn’t as harsh as the Ichaka my sister would bash on her palms nor as sharp as the double Ogene we’d hit with splintered wood. It was a stable bass.
When The Udu Is A Synonym For Anchor Read Post »
War stories hit hard and are a sumptous meal for many readers, especially critics of African fiction and those who
Because Ordinary Stories Matter Too Read Post »
Staring at the preamble of a paper, another ‘critical overview’ that has seduced a headache from me, I think to
Have I Lost My Mojo Or Am I Just Ill? Read Post »
Some days I wonder what the rush is all about. Days like today. I wonder why I am so intent
A Little Reminder To Slow Down Before You Kill Yourself Read Post »
Do you know that time is a myth? That it is a crazy concept and nothing but a huge conspiracy?
A Half-Year Inventory Of Achievements Read Post »
The matter of race is a strange one. On one hand, we are told there is no such thing as
What Am I: On Race, Identity and Belonging Read Post »
I cannot quite remember if her name was Mrs. Hajara or Mrs. Hassana, but I know her son, Abdulrasheed, was
A Reflection on Writing African Fiction in Indigenous Languages Read Post »
Blogging is difficult. I have eyebags that won’t go away! Oh, I wish I could say it is all rainbows
Because Blogging Is Hard But I Might Like The Challenge Read Post »
