Dear Nnamdi, Reading your manuscript, The Moth and the Light Bulb, is the warmest experience I have had since I left Owerri. It is cold and almost lightless here, and…
Inside the old Toyota Tazz, the three of us are attempting forgetfulness while the animal we are in speeds recklessly through the country. From inside here, the sides of…
Being poor will make you so angry. Your emotions are so taut. Your thoughts overwhelm you until you feel claustrophobic. Your freedom is not yours to give. Your lips…
#1 Today is 1st May, 2020, a month since the government issued a lockdown in three states because of the pandemic. It is past 4:30AM, and I’m still in bed.…
Violence found me far from the protest ground in my home where I was trying, and failing, to watch movies from my laptop. I was in the police station last…
1. Emeka, Most friendships do not start in the most flattering way. There is no outburst of mirthful laughter or the ravishing communion of a shared experience. Some just start…
Say autumn. Say Autumn despite the green in your eyes. Beauty despite daylight. Say you’d kill for it. Ocean Voung, “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” It is matriculation…
Author: Akwaeke Emezi Book title: The Death of Vivek Oji Publisher: Riverhead Books Place of publication: New York Year of publication: 2020 Number of pages: 178 Reviewer: Nzube Nlebedim I…