Novel & Cerita Top 50 Books By African Authors You Should Read

While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels. I also write there, and if you're fan of romance, adventure, African fiction, etc, you'll find them there! I'd really really appreciate if you could check my books out. Thanks in advance. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2 HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance)

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

“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.”

"That is good then. Just make dinner for me and run my bath, I am retiring early to bed today." "Okay ma" After eating and having my bath, I am on my bed reading a Americanah, an African themed novel by an African author, called Chimamanda Adichie, suddenly I remember what Nelly said to me at the restaurant but I just bluff it. My phone rings, I check the caller ID, it shows Alyssa with a heart emoji after the name. "Why is this smallie calling me?" I pick up the phone call. "Woman, what do you want?" I playfully ask her.

“I don’t think I’ve read that one.” “It’s not very common,” Ramsay said, looking at it over her shoulder. “The author is African, actually, and it describes a lot of brutal racial situations in the 30s or so… It was banned in the US for a long time because of the slave trade, and when it finally came out, people found it too… harsh?” He shrugged, “If you ask me, they’re just fucking racist and don’t want to look past their mistakes.”

"Yes, Lydia... I heard that he got stuck in a forest and fainted. Such a shameful boy. I honestly believe he's not qualified to be a fist prince at all. I'm sure, if it were his brother, the other first prince, he would have been able to hunt some wild animals, rather than faint. Ogidigbo doesn't deserve to contend with Osawe for the position of the heir apparent." "Haha, I'm happy that you're keeping up with all the happenings in our kingdom. However, what you didn't know, Is that Ogidigbo didn't get stuck in just any jungle, but the evil 'Forest Of Akshale'. where many evil and dangerous beings and beast dwell" "Really!? that's very impressive, How did he manage to survive then? We have

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.

masterminds are here, playing games with them." said my mother. "Now you are getting the point." I replied. "We dont need guns, the police or government to fight some battles. We need the people. Common people." I said and my mother stared at me in amazement. "I love you Fetty. You are so smart. Sometimes, I feel I don't deserve such a sensible child. " she said. I smiled halfway then noticed the book beside my mother's chair. "It's yours. I bought it for you. " she said. "Wow. " I said while grabbing the book. "Have you read it before? " she asked. "No. Not at all. " I replied. "I told the book seller, I don't know whether to purchase this book or not because my daughter reads virtually ev

She stopped the song and opened a reading and writing app on her phone. All of the books she wrote there were all inspired by Tayo but she didn’t know if she could continue writing the books. She checked the poetry, it was already having many reads. The only person she wanted to show the books wasn't there anymore, he took all the inspiration to write with him. She decided to delete the books which she did in less than two minutes, then she uninstalled the app. "There's no more Tayo, Wunmi.” She reminded herself as she was having second thoughts on deleting the book. *I damn hate this feeling, why did I ever allow myself to love a guy?* She thought to herself as she kept her phone in her sch

I said. "It isn't really, just be smug," the Cameroonian lad smiled. Less muscles involved i guess. "Having spent my whole life in Nigeria, i don't know how to be smug," I joined him in his laughter. "Someone told me on my way here that most of the people here are both authors and agnostics. So are you a published author?" "Not yet. Don't believe what people say easily. I am neither an author nor an agnostic. Besides, I don't think the publishing world is ready to grab a soul like mine. I got lots of planned books to write before I die. Thirteen books for now."