Madam has the contours of a girl I knew in Dansoman and sculptures sold at Arts Centre and Bitter Lemon bottles. Slender top and round the rest. A perfect holy roundness that is proof of God’s existence and His goodness furthermore. Her skin is ageless, creaseless, paint. Her lower back a hiding place. The colour brooks […]

Following on from reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, as well as the death of Chinua Achebe, I’ve decided to make There Was a Country my book of the week. Hopefully I’ll get my fingers onto my keyboards as soon as I’ve finished. RIP Baba Achebe