Pet Akwaeke Emezi Novels & Stories

Emma whispered across grinded teeth as she receive Alex hands. “You're so beautiful Emmaline.”Alex complimented sweetly. She smiled in appreciation. “I'm glad you loved it. You're not looking bad yourself.”that's absolutely correct. Behind those sweet handsome, innocent looking face hides the most dangerous Man. “I'm glad you like it too.”he replied helping her down the stairs. “Shall we?” ***

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

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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

Emilia Peyton Emilia was glad she made the decision to not check out of the hotel because it looked like she was going to be spending a few days there. She had already packed all her belongings from the house and sent them to one of the many apartments she owned. She hadn’t bothered to furnish them before, she didn’t see the need because no one was living in them. She would move into the house but it was still empty. She would have to put it in order before she could settle in and that would take a few days. So for now, the hotel was going to be her home.

he raised his hand in surrender "but how can I see the title if your of your book if you're in there on your bed and far away from the window?" "I'm only human you know, and there is only a limited distance at which I can read" he says as a smirk remained on his face "Oh right" I muttered making my way to my large window and showing him the book. 'Purple Hibiscus by Buchi Emecheta' My all time favourite even though this was like my fifteenth time reading it again and yes I love it THAT much. "I love your top" he said casually while folding his arms and placing them on the window frame. I felt my gave going up in flames and I thanked mother nature I wasn't some shades lighter, cause if I was,

This chapter is in third person p.o.v EIGHT MONTHS LATER Wunmi works as a secretary in one of the biggest clothing business line in Abuja after her graduation. She graduated with First Class Honours from the university of Lagos, during the convocation ceremony was when she was offered so many jobs and gifts. She chose the one at Abuja because it was a business she had an experience in.

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