Resistance, as Okungbowa portrays it, is a refusal to accept and live by propaganda. To erase a people is to deny their history, to make it seem like they never existed at all.
In the final pages, as Oga Simon faces an uncertain future, the tension between hope and despair, between the self he has become and the man he longs to be, reaches a sad crescendo. Although the road ahead remains fraught with peril, there is an undeniable sense that redemption, while elusive, is still within his grasp
Dream Count is in continual conversation, capturing the everyday lives of growing individuals and the interconnectedness of friendships. If this was the mission of the author, is it not preposterous to assume that this book has delivered any less?
The Book of Everything is laced with humour, much of it delivered through the unforgettable Uncle Ibe and Egwuatu, the lawyer whose diction is gargantuan. More than once, I found myself chuckling, pausing to relish the wit before continuing. Told in the first person and set across America, Nigeria, and South Africa, Nwosu explores the clash between the ancient and the modern and the ordinary and the fantastical in prose as smooth as honey
Ultimately, A Journey in Service is less an honest reckoning with history and more an exercise in self-justification. It offers some insight into Babangida’s thinking but fails to confront the full weight of his administration’s failures, making it a disappointing, incomplete and highly selective account of his legacy.
The pain and suffering Sena endures is counterbalanced by the beauty of the Voltaic waterscape and the sense of wonder it inspires in him. His grandfather's stories about swimming alongside Mami Wata lends a touch of magical realism to the book, and it would be pleasant to see the author explore this genre in future works, as she has demonstrated a flair for it.
The book shows us where and how the rich live in Abuja, we see its magnificent mansions, the mirrored hallways, and its pure opulence and grandeur, which are deliberately hidden behind high electric fences. We also see old money in its quiet and unimposing nature.
Hafsat Bebi is an absolute delight to read.
At its core, All Fours is a humane and sympathetic exploration of aging and menopause, a subject often shrouded in silence and misunderstanding, as if it were something to conceal rather than acknowledge with empathy and honesty.
Adichie’s portrayal of America is unflinching, exposing the contradictions that define the nation. It is a country where police brutality remains rampant, where racial disparities in maternal mortality persist, and where the American Dream is often nothing more than an illusion.
“Of Gods and Their Claytoys” unfolds predominantly in Lagos, Ogun and Enugu and brims with remarkable characters. There's Chiamaka, a fierce feminist who eats like a newly freed convict, drinks like a sailor, and loves with the hunger of a nymphomaniac. Mama, the only mother he has ever known, provides a grounding presence. Then there's Gbotie, the closest thing RB has to a father figure
It is rare to see African politicians, especially the Nigerian breed, espousing a pan-African credo now that primitive prebendalism is...
Guerrilla Journalist, 320 pages long and published by Babafemi Ojudu could have been better edited. Writers are notorious for not liking their work to be edited but every writer needs the detachment of an editor. It is a major flaw that the book has no index – it is impossible to find with ease, invaluable references to people and events.
