Pet Akwaeke Emezi Novels & Stories

So Emeriel conversed with Aekeira from where he sat, often needing to convince his sister that he was fine. Aekeira was a worrywart, not that Emeriel could blame her. During one of Aekeira's secret visits, she brought several books she had 'borrowed' from the library to help him fight the boredom.

"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

That she had built it, that it belonged to her in the truest sense of belonging, that no arrangement of names on official documents changed the fact of her authorship of it. She thought about the conversation on Tobenna's bedroom floor. About Kelechi's football dreams for a half-sibling he had never met. About Omachi offering her smallest rabbit as a welcome gift to a child whose existence had cost her mother more than any child should ever cost anyone. About Mama Emeka in the bedroom doorway with two cups of tea she had made herself, saying things Adaeze had not expected to hear from her, placing a hand over hers in the quiet and then becoming again, in the space of a moment, the composed a

His brows furrowed. “By we, I meant their nanny and me.” I smiled. “They have a nanny by name Mrs. Chukwuemeka.” “Mrs. Chukwu–?” “Mrs. Chukwuemeka,” I calmly repeated. “She's Nigerian. She's known the children since birth.” Silence stretched between us. “How’s Mama Emelda?” I asked. Alec exhaled. “She’s recovering well.” “Have you told her about the children?” “Not yet. I want her to fully regain her strength first. It’s a lot to take in.”

Reading books has been my therapy lately. "Let's get to it," I mumbled before I started searching the shelf to find a book to keep me busy, and I finally found one, 'Promises Are Made To Be Broken' by Cha Cha, a Nigerian author. Although it was my first time checking this book out, but I trust her work to always come out good, because I've read some of her books in recent days and found them all interesting. I had no idea why her books are here on the royal shelf, well, that wasn't my problem though.

I am Akesha Melody Anderson ,will run as fast I can and never be hide again. I will learn how to fight and protect all the people that have special part in my heart and life. I should be brave to protect my love ones. I will not be a coward anymore.

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Ejima blinked and the pool of tears fell, “What have I done wrong, who did I offend? Why are the gods treating me with so much hatred? Why? Haven’t I been a faithful wife? Answer me. Where have my hands gone wrong? Why have the windows of blessing shut their face from me? Why has the rain refuse to water my crop? Or am I a living dead? Why can’t I feel my breath?” “Emm, I don’t have an answer for you,” Adaku said “but this is what I must tell you. You are a miracle. You survived four miscarriages and on every occasion, you gave birth, not to one child, but two?” “My God,” Ejima covered her mouth. Nobody has ever told her that before. Well, maybe because she never asked. “Yes,” Adaku continue

Emma quickly replied. "I'll peel the potatoes first. " Mike said. "Don't worry I'll manage. " Emma told him and asked him to sit. "You wouldn't want to ruin your suit would you? " she asked with a smile while Mike chuckled. "You read African literature too? " he asked her grabbing a copy of Things Fall apart by Chinua Achebe from her table. "Of course. " she replied while peeling the potatoes from the kitchen. Emma was done with the peeling so she came out and sat in the living room with Mike. "I don't judge a book by it's cover. " began Mike. "I don't care who the hell wrote it as far as the title appeals to me, I go ahead and read it. " Mike said while Emma nodded and smiled. They talked a