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Suicide, An anthology and Alice Walker: Books I Read In September

Good Morning, Afternoon or Evening, depending on when you read this, Buff Reader! Im hoping your weekend went well? Well, ive busied myself this weekend with ranting on Twitter about Donald Trump and discovering the beautiful African Music of Late Miriam Makeba. I am tired.

On a lighter note, i have decided to do a sort of a wrap up on September because i realized that there were so many amazing books i read in September that i am yet to share here. I had reservations at first, due to the dates of publication but i decided to share anyway.

13 REASONS WHY by Jay Asher

Genre: Young Adult Fiction

Year Publication: 2007

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This book truly changed me. I was reluctant to read it at first, as it fell into my library accidentally. As soon as i began reading it, i realized i was going to love it.

The plot basically follows a teenage boy, Clay Jensen, who receives a box of tapes from his dead classmate, Hannah Baker, giving reasons for why she killed herself. We follow the string of emotions and decisions he has to make as he listens to the heart-wrenching tapes. Continue reading

Categories: Book reviews, Random Shit | Tags: 13 reasons why, african anthology, african literature, alice walker, bahati books, book review, epistolary novel, Fiction, flash fiction anthology, jay asher, lesbian love, magunga williams, mini review, pulitzer, romance review, Sima Mittal, socrates mbamalu, suicide, the color purple, Tolu Daniel, wairimu Muriithi, writivism workshop anthology, writvism, YA, young adult fiction, your heart will skip a beat | Permalink.


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New Book Release: A Conspiracy Of Ravens

Finally, the long awaited novel, A Conspiracy of Ravens, from prolific writer Othuke Ominiabohs is out!

You remember Othuke right?

Hes the author of the captivating Odufa: A lovers tale that i reviewed earlier this year. I have been anticipating this novel since i saw the release date, and true to his word, it was released on the 17th of September in Abuja. The book has had two unveilings already, at the Thought Pyramid Art Gallery in Abuja and at Terrakulture in Lagos.

In “A Conspiracy of Ravens”, the author raises suspicion about the ongoing crisis in the Niger Delta, Boko Haram in the North East and IPOBs clamour for autonomy in the East, hinting at the possibility of a conspiracy that comes all the way down from the Civil War years.

A conspiracy of Ravens is a thriller that digs into the unrest in the Niger Delta and draws a connection between it and the Boko Haram insurgency and the Nigerian civil war. It is the story of Tari, a Niger Delta militant commander and his battle to fight a war he believes in, and that of Alex Randa, a DSS operative tasked with the assignment of stopping him.

Tunde Leye (Author of The Guardians of the Seal) and Elnathan John (Author of Born On a Tuesday) are part of the few who have recommended the book.

Some book reviewers in persons of Buchi Onyeagbule, Alkasim Abullkadiri, Chioma and Dr. Lizzy Ben Iheanacho had a lot of positive feedback on the work. The reviewers in their assessment of the book all agreed the book came up at the right time and opens a new conversation of rethinking thriller genre in the Nigerian literary space.

Even though i havent gotten my copy yet, i expect that when i do it will be a wonderful read. Expect my review!

To purchase the book, click here to locate a bookstore around you. For those readers in Kampala, click here. You can also order the book from KongaJumia and Dookshop. Also available on Amazon and iTunes.

A super Nigerian thriller- J.J. Omojuwa (on A conspiracy of Ravens)

Categories: Literary News | Tags: a conspiracy of ravens, african literature, best bookshops in nigeria, black literature, book blogger, bookshops in nigeria, Literary News, nigerian thriller, othuke ominiabohs | Permalink.


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Binti, Jeyifous and Afro-Futurism.

Book Title: Binti

Author: Nnedi Okorafor

Genre: Afro-Futurism, Sci-fi (Definitely not fantasy).

Pages: 55 more or less.

Synopsis: Her name is Binti, and she is the first of the Himba people ever to be offered a place at Oomza University, the finest institution of higher learning in the galaxy. But to accept the offer will mean giving up her place in her family to travel between the stars among strangers who do not share her ways or respect her customs. Knowledge comes at a cost, one that Binti is willing to pay, but her journey will not be easy. The world she seeks to enter has long warred with the Meduse, an alien race that has become the stuff of nightmares. Oomza University has wronged the Meduse, and Bintis stellar travel will bring her within their deadly reach.
If Binti hopes to survive the legacy of a war not of her making, she will need both the gifts of her people and the wisdom enshrined within the University, itself but first she has to make it there, alive.

What is Afro-futurism?

I dont know either but i think Nnedi Okorafor has an incredibly good idea. 
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Categories: Book reviews | Tags: african fiction, african literature, african storytelling, African writers, Afro-futurism, Binti, binti book review, binti inspires futuristic photography, binti review, book blogger, book review, Futuristic photographs of Lagos, futuristic writing, Himba, Nnedi Okorafor, Olalekan Jeyifous, Otjize, sci-fi, science fiction | Permalink.


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Talk Talk Tuesday: Reading Styles

Good morning Buff people!

So theres this recent trend among book-bloggers, where they answer a bunch of questions concerning their reading syles/interests. Well, as the follow-follow that i am, i decided to the same for you guys. HAHA. Did you know, in my mind i have this vast range of audience that reads every single thing i post. Lol, lets not ruin it.

Anyway, even though i was doing follow-follow, i decided to make it not centered on me but rather on my blogs audience and on some randomly chosen voracious readers.

For this weeks questions, i got talking with Tony not Tetuila, im afraid. But hes so awesome, really. Tony is also a fan of literature. He writes too, even though he thinks hes bad at poetry. You can read more of his work on Temisans blog. Without further ado, here we go: Continue reading

Categories: Adventures, Random Shit | Tags: african book blogger, african literature, book blogger, bookish questions book tag, interview about books | Permalink.


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Ojemba: The Venal Solution

The light of the moon played against the backdrop of deep blue skies; the music of the night, a sweet melody as she danced. The dried branches crackling beneath her feet as she did. The villagers of Ichoku gathered at Nkwo, that night, like they did every full moon; the children listening to folklore, the Nwa agboo dancing to the beat of the drums and Nwokorobia wrestling and chanting praises. How she would have loved to join them, she would have trounced any of those girls any day. But she knew what she was… The one thing she hated; being reminded of the dishonour that the mere name held.

She danced; each sound from the Ogene more intoxicating than the last, the Opi giving her a reason to move her waist. The moon’s light peeped over the bushes behind which she hid. She closed her eyes, gripping sand with her toes with each stomp.
Then she felt a sharp sting on her leg. She blinked rapidly to adjust to the light when the slippery creature slithered away. She sank to her buttocks with a great thud, desperately gripping the leg as she let out a sharp wail,
“Agwo!” She cried.
Out from the bushes, a man appeared, swift like an Agu. His eyes were small and sunken in his well chiselled face. His body was tall and huge like the Iroko, moving towards the wound. Putting his lips to the wound, he sucked the venom and spat. Her eyes were getting heavy. He picked her up like a limp antelope and threw her over his shoulder.
She fell into a deep sleep.

He watched and waited; watched the young wrestlers at Nkwo, hoping to see Otimgbo, to see if the bastard would show off any new skill like he usually did. Otimgbo was walking in circles and spitting all around, a sickening habit of his, that being his sign of ‘victory’.
But then, she caught his attention. She was hiding in a shrub beside him but he could see her. Her hair was as long as the mare’s tail; bouncing on her back with every step she took. Her eyes were closed but her skin shone with sweat, showing a glimpse of her well-endowed bosom. Her Akwa looked worn and torn but they caressed her so well in the light of the moon. He hid behind the bushes and watched her, carefully examining every inch of her. When, suddenly, she fell; he knew she was hurt and instinct kicked in. Continue reading

Categories: Stories and Poems | Tags: african, african fiction, african writer, culture, Fiction, outcast, short story | Permalink.


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Kalahari Review Feature: Many Faced Gods

Hey buff folks! 

My short story Many Faced Gods is on the Kalahari Review. Read and be blessed lol.

For this Sunday service, I know the exact number of people wearing red. I do not like the colour red because my Father says it represents witchcraft. My brother is sitting beside me, but is too busy typing instant messages on his phone. He is the only one who dares to do this in my family: use a phone in church.

I allow my eyes search the crowd for my mother, even though I know exactly where she is sitting. The small church is built in a semi-circle and there are many partitions and seating arrangements to allow everybody see the preacher well. From the angle where Ibinabo and I are sitting, we could see almost all the church clearly. I now see my mother sitting at the second row of the church where she always sits.

Even though she is a Pastor’s wife, she still isn’t allowed to sit at the front row. Father says front row seats are for the men. Her hands are clasped tightly between her laps and she looks like she is squinting at the preacher. I don’t know if she is listening to the message, because she is just sitting like a statue. Her skin is the colour of dark chocolate and the kernel oil she rubs every morning, gives her a clean glow— even though it gives her a weird smell. Her long, black hair is now thinning. I can clearly see the purplish bruising on her neck, even though she tries to cover it with her scarf. I heard her telling Mama Tobi, the busybody, earlier, that it is an allergic reaction to a fake gold necklace. I don’t think Mama Tobi believes her though. I think my mother doesn’t know how to lie.

I hate lies. Continue reading

Categories: Fiction, Stories and Poems | Tags: african writer, book blogger, featured, Fiction, kalahari review, kreview, lifestyle, religion, short story, storyteller, terrorism, writer | Permalink.


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A short story.

​That age long affliction is over today!” The pastor shouts into the microphone, as he stretches out his anointed hand towards the eager congregation. 

A young man is in the crowd screaming bouts of amen, his face awash with fresh tears. 

An older man beside him wonders what other affliction could be worse than the evil diabetes that has since been ravaging his own body.

A smallish girl sitting beside the young man is in awe of the tall, handsome man that is so interested in the things of God. She considers giving him her mobile number.

After the service, the young man is visibly elated and he leaves the church expectant; believing that, after all this time, he is finally healed.

He will wake up the next morning with a sigh, as he feels the wet bed underneath. He will smell the pungent stink of urine that looms over the room, as if watching him. He will cry into his soft pillow, covering his head in shame as he feels the demons gather in his room, mocking him… Yet again.

Categories: Fiction, Random Shit, Stories and Poems | Tags: book blogger, Fiction, fiction writer, flash fiction, short story, story teller, storytelling | Permalink.


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Featured: An Abundance of Yellow Paper by TJ Benson

Wherever the man came from he didn’t stop running.
He made a turn at the end of Maikano Street, ran into a men’s wear boutique in a white jalabiya and ran out through the back in an ash three-piece suit, a brown leather suitcase in his right hand, red tie flapping over his shoulders as he ran. Even at cross-roads he didn’t stop to catch his breath, he only slowed into a jog after crossing, up the sloping crescent that led to the River View hotel.
The receptionist didn’t know what to make of him, this dapper-dressed stranger with full beard that concealed most of his face and sharpened his eyes; she didn’t know what to make of him at all. She wished him a happy stay and gave him the chip-key for Room 101, the penthouse apartment he requested. How he knew it was available was beyond her and she stared at him, at his brown leather briefcase until he disappeared into the elevator at the far end of the lounge. She turned to her desk to answer a call.
In the roof-top apartment of the hotel he sat on the lush four-poster bed and sighed. Beside him on the bed was the brown leather briefcase. All his running, all his life-savings had come to this. He ran a hand over its creased surface and thought of her. He thought to open it now but knew it was foolishness; there would be surveillance cameras in the room. He picked up the briefcase and walked out to the open air of the roof top. At the edge a table and chair overlooked the sun-dappled Victoria Island skyline without any parapet wall to keep from falling. He dropped the briefcase on the table and sat on the chair before these monsters of concrete and glass, his only spectators for now.
He opened the briefcase knowing what he would find but this knowing didn’t quell his thrill. When he saw what was promised a sense of sanctity overwhelmed him. He knew what he had to do but when he whipped out his ink pen he hesitated. It was a dangerous time to write poetry. Digital poems were traced back to their author’s IP addresses and the discovered poets were stalked and raped to death at first by fans and eventually assassinated when poet-homicide increased and their poems turned to the authorities all over the world. Continue reading

Categories: Fiction, Stories and Poems | Tags: Amab-HBF prize 2016, Fiction, short story, TJ Benson | Permalink.


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Announcing The June 2016 #SMC Winning Entry- Christmas At The Adeleke House By Adaobi Onyeakagbu  Storried


Read all about it here👇

https://www.storried.com/announcing-june-2016-smc-winning-entry-christmas-adeleke-house-adaobi-onyeakagbu/

Categories: Fiction, Stories and Poems | Tags: Fiction, bedtime story, children's story, fun, kiddies | Permalink.


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Shit, Im a Terrible Blogger.

Okay, a lot has happened and i need to give you all the updates. Im trying my best to develop content here but it hasnt been easy, especially for my stories or poems. The reason for that is some of the stories i write are accepted by some publications that require me not to post it anywhere else.😢

Another reason is the number of activities that Im running right now and i need focus. For example: Im writing my report for my Industrial Training attachment i just finished, i am also running a free healthcare project at an IDP camp on the 20th of August and Im involved with the Goal Charity event happening on the 13th of August. Lord help me.

But it hasnt all been work though, theres been the fun parts too. I attended and will be attending some events soon that i cant wait to share. 

Announcement: There will be a book reading of Chigozie Obiomas The Fishermen at Salamander Cafe today, 7th August! There will also be open mic night at Abuja Literary Society Next Friday, 12th August at Sandralia hotel, Jabi and i think i will be performing. Be there!

I hate that i havent reviewed  The Fishermen, and the book reading is already here. I have it o, its just laziness. Also, i will be posting the review of Yejide Kilankos Daughter Who Walk This Path soon too.

So, yeah! Last month, i won a small competition at Storried where there was a prize money. It was very exciting because i actually forgot i sent in an entry. I will post the story next. It is a childrens story and that was what began my journey into the world of folktales and Akuko-Ifo. 

Yes, i have to address the Akuko-Ifo fans. Your girl is truly sorry. As i said, it hasnt been easy. Akuko-Ifo seems like the simplest thing on here, but in fact it isnt. I will still try to post every Friday though.

I really suck at blogging😢 but i have been having fun so far so i will continue.

Please show some love in the comment section! 

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