Long after Fina has left Sierra Leone for America, memories of a broken initiation still haunt her. She longs to return, to find her grandmother and right the path that has been set for young girls centuries past…
A review by Darkowaa of AfricanBookAddict.com.
The first thing Njideka saw when she opened her eyes was her children standing in front of her with wide eyes and mouths bent in a frown. They had been standing there and staring until the sheer force of their sadness woke Njideka up from her deep slumber.
I knock on the grey front door and wait. I know Femi is probably in her kitchen, cooking one of her obnoxious healthy meals that have zero calories… [6mins]
All good things must come to an end and after nearly two years of bringing you new African stories…
I bet you didn’t know that bleach masks the smell of blood. Most people use bleach indiscriminately, assuming it’s a catch-all product, never taking the time to read the list of ingredients on the back, never taking the time to return to the recently wiped surface to take a closer look… [2mins]
The one I once called my daughter haunts me now. While my family sleeps peacefully before a new day is fully born, she saunters in and tortures me with her soft smile. Up until six months ago, Adaeze’s smile did not have such power… [10mins]
The knock came once, tap . . . twice, tap . . . tap. Reluctantly, the man hurled himself from the bed. He had been working on some documents… [16mins]