Book review: Katalin Street by Magda Szabó

‘But no one had told them that the most frightening thing of all about the loss of youth is not what is taken away but what is granted in exchange. Not wisdom. Not serenity. Not sound judgment or tranquility. Only the awareness of universal disintegration.’⁣⁣‘They had discovered too that the difference between the living and... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Half of the Yellow Sun

  “...my point is that the only authentic identity for the African is the tribe...I am Nigerian because a white man created Nigeria and gave me that identity. I am black because the white man constructed black to be as different as possible from his white. But I was Igbo before the white man came.”... Continue Reading →

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