‘I looked up at the sky. A few grey cotton chunks of cloud hung there, motionless.’
‘There were rules to the game. I could not lose my virginity and I had to be careful not to let a boy go further than I wanted to.’
‘When Enebeli Okwara sent his girl out in the world, he did not know what the world did to daughters.’ 2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize – regional winner for Africa.
‘Why does it hurt only to read good work by the living?’
‘She shifts, half in shadow. Whatever else, she's certainly a child. No one is with her.’
‘All he wants is to be a man sitting on a riverbed.’
‘Of all the stories I know about mothers, this one is the most real.’
‘His accent was what the British called posh, the kind some rich Nigerians tried to mimic and ended up sounding unintentionally funny.’
‘His name was Arthur Pritt, he said, and he was sorry for the day.’
‘Happiness is not a fact of this experience, at least not to the extent that one is bold enough to speak of it.’
‘We were six snatching hands, six stomping feet; we were brothers, boys, three little kings locked in a feud for more.’
‘If I were to forget, then it would be the same as it never having existed at all.’
‘Horacio Fortunato was forty-six when the languid Jewish woman who was to change his roguish ways and deflate his fanfaronade entered his life’.
‘At an age when most young Scotsmen were lifting skirts, ploughing furrows and spreading seed, Mungo Park was displaying his bare buttocks to al-haff Ali Ibn Fatoudi, Emir of Ludamar.’
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