That was my wife, Chiamaka, approaching. People thought her puerile and naïve but I deemed her exquisite… [2mins]
Mommy never got up this early; but today she did, with yawns, to take me to my first day of school. I had my hair in bangs of plaits, swinging on the side of my face… [10mins]
She is angry with me. I can tell, because her lips are trembling, her eyes are dilated, and her chest is rising and falling really fast… [1min]
There is a little black bird sitting in the tree outside Lara’s window. She watches it as it turns this way and that, its little chest catching and reflecting the sun rays… [2mins]
After perusing through Logo’s awesome instagram page, we selected some images that speak to the daily commute in Lagos, Nigeria.
With her Muslim hijab and down-turned gaze, Najwa is invisible to most eyes, especially to the rich Arab families whose houses she cleans in London. Twenty years earlier, Najwa, then an aristocratic Westernized Sudanese, could have never imagined this new life.
A review by Darkowaa of AfricanBookAddict.com