Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie‎

when it got dark, he turned the light on and marvelled at how bright the bulb that dangled from the ceiling was, how it did not cast long shadows on the wall like the palm oil lamps back home.

trousers into skirts,

You did not bow to another human being.

where he was going

It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival

and I had been surprised because I thought the Church was Christ’s bride

He was wrong. He was so wrong.

He was wrong. He was so wrong

heavy and hollow.

his British nose was still as pinched and as narrow as it always was, the same nose that had had me worried that he did not get enough air when he first came to Enugu.