Chimamanda Adichie Americanah Novels & Stories

Chimamanda told him she didn't have a best friend but Chidinma is more like a bestie to her, she told him she had dated a lot of guys. They both shared similarities like touring, trying out new things, Ph.D in business administration and Masters in political science, they talked about political happenings in the country. They talked about their first degrees Chimamanda told him her's is law while he told her he's is business administration. They were both U.S citizens, Chimamanda told him about her maternal family who are natives of Atlanta Georgia in the U.S, she talked about her grand ma who gave her and her sisters their middle names and would always nag them to visit her in the U.S every

“I believe it is my passion for anything arts and fun, as writing allows me to be myself and to write my own stories. Writing, as it is, allows me to always express myself in my own stories. “Wow that is indeed impressive,” Mr. Ross added. “Do you have any role models? Any writers you look up to?” he asked her. As someone who loved a lot of African writers, Isioma found it extremely hard to answer. After careful thought, “Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and also JK Rowling,” Isioma said with a sense of conviction deep in her heart. “Okay. Those are good writers. I read a lot of Chinua Achebe myself.”

"I'm sorry, Sasha. I can't do anything--" "It's okay, Miss Prim. It isn't really your fault that this is happening to me. I shouldn't have trusted too much, I know." It was better that she states it all first. Sasha can't do anything herself so she really can't blame Prim. Prim sighed heavily. "Do you want to have lunch with me?" She invited. "I don't really go and have lunch at the cafeteria." "Then let's go outside. I have a lunch box right here." She then showed her floral designed bag. "I heard the weather's nice." Sasha brightened up and nodded. ***

Not from him. "Fuck off! Open the goddamn door, Jessica!" "I am not Jessica!" His eyes immediately turned to me. "What did you say?" "I am not Jessica. At least not in the paper." I reached over the dashboard and pulled out my passport. "It's Amanda." He was perplexed as he studied the picture. "This is bullshit." "That's me. I swear I will tell you why and how. Just agree to come with me, Jake. You don't have to live that life anymore."

He glances in my direction," Do you know who said that?" "Easy," I smirked," Chinua Achebe. He wrote that in 'No Longer at Ease'," I stated feeling proud at recalling the book our mother had given me and coerced me to read. I had been apprehensive about it since I wasn't much of a reader like Tim. However, that never deterred my mother from ensuring every once in a while I read some piece of literature, her excuse being," If you educate a man you educate an individual, but if you educate a woman you educate a nation," a statement I learned later on was said by Dr. Kwegyir-Aggrey.

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

The four of them — Amaka pushing the pram, Adaeze beside her, Emeka a comfortable distance on the other side, the sleeping Aisha between them all — walked the paths of the January park in the thin winter light and talked about things that were simpler than the things they were also carrying. Amaka talked about returning to work — she was a pharmacist, Adaeze had learnt through the months of proper channel communication, a detail she had not known and that had arrived as its own small humanising piece of information, the woman in the coffee shop who had been a partial outline becoming more specific in increments. Adaeze talked about the business. About the book, briefly, in the way you talked

"I love the style, composure and tempo he provides. It excites me a lot even though I have read only, 'One hundred years of solitude.' Then, there is Buchi Emecheta for her touching romantic voice. Then there is African great writer, Chinua Achebe who has provided the platform for other great African writers to showcase their talent and skill in writing. Then, there is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie for her modern voice filled with promises and the fact that she is a reincarnation of Chinua Achebe and often described as his granddaughter. And there is also another great writer who is a French citizen. His name is Albert Camus and I deeply appreciate him for his stories about life that has touched

Adaora asked. Becca smirked at her sister ,"Trust me it will. I'll never let Amara take him from me. I'll do what ever it takes to get him". **************** Amarachi stared intently at Chikaima. She was transfixed for a moment. She had never imagined herself going out of this town talk more of Nigeria. It was her birth place and she had become accustomed to the way things were. It felt like a castle in the air for her to be in America.