So, do you plan to go to Aokpe? Father Amadi asked.I was not really planning to. But I suppose we will have to go now, I will find out the next apparition date.People are making this whole apparition...
Siempre he tenido la impresión de que es imposible conocer debidamente un lugar o a una persona sin conocer todas las historias de ese lugar o esa persona. La consecuencia del relato único es la sigui...
She was standing at the periphery of her own life, sharing a fridge and a toilet, a shallow intimacy, with people she did not know at all. People who lived in exclamation points.
She was after all the kind of woman who would make a man easily uproot his life, the kind who, because she did not expect or ask for certainty, made a certain kind of sureness become possible.
She liked, most of all, that in this place of affluent ease, she could pretend to be someone else, someone specially admitted into a hallowed American club, someone adorned with certainty.
She liked that he wore their relationship so boldly, like a brightly colored shirt.
She had thought of them as big, because one of the first things her friend Ginika told her was that fat in America was a bad word, heaving with moral judgment like stupid or bastard, and not a mere de...
She had taught her son the ability to be, even in the middle of a crowd, somehow comfortably inside himself.
She had seen that look before, on the faces of white women, strangers on the street, who would see her hand clasped in Curt's and instantly cloud their faces with that look. The look of people confron...
She had not thought of them as fat, though. She had thought of them as big, because one of the first things her friend Ginika told her was that fat in America was a bad word, heaving with moral judgme...
She felt bitter toward them at first, because when she tried to talk about the things she had left behind in Nsukka—her books, her piano, her clothes, her china, her wigs, her Singer sewing machine, t...
Real potatoes are backward for him. Remember this is our newly middle-class world. We haven’t completed the first cycle of prosperity, before going back to the beginning again, to drink milk from the...
Philadelphia was the smell of the summer sun, of burnt asphalt, of sizzling meat from food carts tucked into street corners, foreign brown men and women hunched inside. Ifemelu would come to like the...
Olanna felt the slow sadness of missing a person who was still there.
Oh, why did he slap her when she’s a widow, and that annoyed her even more. She said she should not have been slapped because she is a full human being, not because she doesn’t have a husband to speak...
Ogbenyealu is a common name for girls and you know what it means? ‘Not to Be Married to a Poor Man.’ To stamp that on a child at birth is capitalism at its best.
Of course I am angry. I am angry about racism. I am angry about sexism. But I recently came to the realization that I am angrier about sexism than I am about racism. Because in my anger about sexism,...
Nigerians don’t buy houses because they’re old. A renovated two-hundred-year-old mill granary, you know, the kind of thing Europeans like. It doesn’t work here at all. But of course it makes sense bec...
Nigerian women came to America and became wild, Igbo Massachusetts Accountant wrote in one post; it was an unpleasant truth but one that had to be said. What else accounted for the high divorce rates...
Love was a kind of grief. This was what the novelists meant by suffering. She had often thought it a little silly, the idea of suffering for love, but now she understood.