Things take a scary turn from there onwards and the world Turaki plunges us into is no longer familiar. The things that occur are the sort that make us scream and wonder where we are being led. Though we still see Jos and its streets, churches and other landmarks, the goings on aren’t what we are accustomed to.
There is a lot of loss recorded in this book, which is very telling of how this desire and longing to hold on to something we cannot control and the loss of such things causes us to spiral in different directions and to find stability only when the gap is filled. At the core of this book is the fight for the truth and all the obstacles that stand in the way of that
Whatever the reasons were, Chikwe took over at NCDC, fought for the institution to have legal legs to stand on with the enactment of the NCDC Act of 2018; digitised the operations of the center, trained staff and built capacity both human, technological and mechanical to bring an end to over-reliance on parachute researchers, donors and UN agencies and made the center a world class facility.
I find Mustapha Enesi’s Yesterday and Today and Tomorrow to be thoughtfully written and I feel it is one most satisfying interpretations of this anthology’s theme. He shows us a woman living with Alzheimer’s whose husband still showers her with affection despite the fact that she often doesn’t remember who he is
Hamza's writing is clear and vivid; the scenes are febrile with fear that can be cut through with a knife. Every time it seemed the sisters would be caught, I held my breath and said a tiny prayer. Hamza's book is one of those books you can't wait to finish so you can experience its end, and yet you pray it does not finish so the experience doesn't end.
Temi's big-yansh-quest announcement, you will discover, is a tool the author uses to get the other women in the book to reflect on their own lives and following these reflections, scandals and secrets leap off their cupboards, regrets cloud their faces and remorse dons modest apparels.
The opening chapters are thick with blood, dust, and sweat, evoking all the violent imagery these elements often conjure. They suggest a dark, complex narrative, one whose conclusion may be fraught with complications. Pain and death are hinted at, drawing the reader in with an irresistible pull to uncover more.
It appears as though one construct that continues to fascinate Yishau’s intellect is the duality of human nature, a construct...
There is a new hard-hitting book on my desk entitled This Fiction Called Nigeria: The Struggle for Democracy by Adewale...
Holding up to its title, the book is a repository of memories, with events presented as clearly as they occurred or perhaps as a figment of one’s imagination. Chukwudera’s Loss is an Aftertaste of Memory is a time capsule that exists just for the sake of being
Yoruba Boy Running invites us to interrogate the culture and tradition of the Yoruba and their gods as we drink deep from the well of wisdom of these interesting and forward-looking people. It also shows us and reminds us of a part of the slave trade that is not often talked or written about.
Ken Calebs Olumese shines as a beacon of what integrity looks like in the midst of this moral miasma.
But be warned! Living like Ken Calebs Olumese comes with consequences. You will lose fair weather friends (the Nigerian Breweries story is an example) and maybe government patronage but worry not; the man of integrity will always sleep well at night and believe me, you will live to be 80.