Chimamanda Adichie Americanah Novels & Stories

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

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Her curiosity had overtaken her steps. She spotted him again in the campus cafe, tucked into a corner booth with a book in one hand and a paper cup in the other. Of course, she thought with a smirk. Achebe and coffee—the man's really committing to the aesthetic. With a burst of boldness she hadn't planned, she walked over. “You quoting Achebe now?” she asked, standing casually beside his table. He looked up, surprised, then smiled slowly. “Only when it matters.” Amara tilted her head. “Does colonial resistance matter that much to you?”

The chance to edit this chapter: My name is Adama, and I have a wonderful life, as well as a wonderful family to which I am devoted. I am a Nigerian woman who also happens to be an Igbo girl. While the majority of you may be expecting a werewolf, vampires, and other supernatural creatures, it is sometimes necessary to understand the real world and what exists on it. A story about myself and how I came to be in the position I was in will be told to you. I never imagined something like this could happen in this world, but it did happen to me. I hope you enjoy it.

As though sudden movements might break something already fractured. "Who was she?" Damian exhaled. A long breath. Heavy. Uncharacteristically human. "Chidinma Okeke." The name hung in the room. Ordinary. Beautifully ordinary. The kind of name that belonged to thousands of women across Nigeria. The kind of name that should have lived an ordinary life. Amara waited. Damian continued. "We met at university." Tobe looked surprised. Amara was too. Not because Damian once attended university. Because it was difficult imagining him young.

Great job Aramide, way to look like a weirdo on your interview. Though, to be fair, he was gawking at me too! "You aren't from here, are you?" He asked, as I stood there like a child being reprimanded. I had to remind myself I was me, Aramide Adegoke, I could pull this off, I will pull this off. "Yes Sir, I am an African, I was based in Lagos, a prominent state in Nigeria, a country in Africa.” I recited. of course he wasn't stupid. He knew I was African, my melanin was more than enough!

You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people. I recently told a friend to read my work on Wattpad and he said he'd try. Eventually he called me and said he finished my Book Insomnia and my edited version of After dark. He told me he enjoyed it but he expected something more about Nigeria and Our lifestyles. There was something he said that hit home. He said and I quote: I don't really blame you sha. You're just whitewashed. Sometimes I wish Nigerians would embrace their heritage and stop acting like oyibo.

The hurt in his voice killed me. “Oh, Henry.” My shoulders slumped. “I can’t be with you. You’re a prince. I’m just an American girl. I’m not special.” “You are.” He took a step forward. “You are so special.” “I am only a liability to you,” I replied. I forced my voice to stay steady. “I’m not what you think I am?” “You aren’t perfect? Beautiful? Thoughtful? Kind? Smart?” Henry shook his head. “No.”

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

We had a hard time choosing movie because Haneefah is a pain in the ass when it comes to movies. I love horror movies and she isn't brave enough to watch it. Soon we settled on a Korean movie tittled Scholar who works at night. Though the movie was very interesting, all I could think of was the breathtaking Yaya Haneef. We watched about 4 episodes before Haneefah started sleeping and we called it a day. I retired to the room, laid on the bed, said my Azkhar and went to sleep thinking about My haneef. My full name is Ikhlas Ajoke Muhammad. yes!! I am a Yoruba girl from Oyo state in southern Nigeria.