The first day I saw her was like any other. I was playing tennis with my friend Kunle at the country club when she passed by with an infant in her arms… [5mins]
The air was filled with dust, as the cars whizzed past the road to the Sumila Village. Children were playing by the roadside as it was the August holidays… [2mins]
In collaboration with Bahati Books.
Naa Adoley sat with her head down, fanning herself furiously with her Kente embroided fan. She heard the funeral criers in clear warbling tones behind her, competing with each other to be the loudest…[2mins]
Mama will wake up at 5:00 am like she usually does, ahead of everyone else so she can prepare breakfast. I will hear the “chrrrrrr” of sausages hitting hot oil and try to give myself hope, after all I’m in a family that can afford sausages for breakfast… [2mins]
Seventeen-year-old Abike Johnson is the favourite child of her wealthy father. She lives in a sprawling mansion in Lagos, protected by armed guards and ferried everywhere in a huge black jeep. A world away from Abike’s mansion, in the city’s slums, lives an eighteen-year-old hawker struggling to make sense of the world.
A review by Darkowaa of AfricanBookAddict.com
Evening had come and had met both of them sitting there on the bed in the small room they called home. He had come back from school some hours earlier and had done his homework and also taken a nap. A nap he had protested… [8mins]