Welcome to the 5th and Final Day of the Bury Me Come Sunday Afternoon Virtual Book Tour!
Sorry to disturb you, my guy. Most afternoons, during lunch breaks, when you brag to other workers about being an ex-convict, I ask myself if, really, you had gone through hell as you always claimed, because you would have known that there are stories that need not be remembered… [10mins]
Searing and profound, suffused with beauty, sorrow, and longing, these stories map, with Adichie’s signature emotional wisdom, the collision of two cultures and the deeply human struggle to reconcile them.
I know that Maami loves me. She’s never said so to me, but she’s shown me, with gentility and with fire. Her soft, perfumed bosom is home, her thick arms feel like bands of protection encircling me each time they wrap me in one of her powerful, most times sudden, embraces… [6mins]
The woman who sat by me on the flight from Accra to Takoradi had never been on a plane. It was obvious when she asked me to help her fasten her seat belt… [4mins]
She hadn’t expected to feel the disappointment in her heart when the computer-generated voice from the video game said she had lost. It said it over and over, the letters flashing repeatedly on the TV screen as though she couldn’t read… [5mins]