A Book Review : Collective Amnesia by Koleka Putuma

Hey Guys!!!

I’m back with the Book Reviews. I was going to follow a schedule and say “watch out for book reviews every Sunday”, but I really do not know if I would be able to stick with the schedule. I can only try!

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Here’s a review of Collective Amnesia. I wouldn’t call it a review per se…but…Yeah Enjoy Still! 😊

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The Love You Give Yourself Is The One That Will Heal You – Kamnelechukwu Susan Obasi

Beautiful People!

How have you all been?

The Afro Reader website is up and running and I am excited about the many ideas in my head. 

I started a series : CONVERSATIONS!

Conversations is a weekly interview series with some of my favorite poets, novelists and book enthusiasts. 

Kamnelechukwu is as beautiful as her name. Her voice is a blend of milk mixed with purehoney. I first heard her talk at the Author’s Talk programme organized by the Kate Tales Foundation. I have always been a fan of her work but it was really great putting a face to the art. And so when the website was ready, she was top on my interview list. In this interview, she talks about her book BRAVE, photography, her phobia for flying roaches and her friendship with Romeo Oriogun – Winner of the 2017 Brunel Prize! All in 20 Simple Questions! When I read through the email, I felt as though I had come out of a liberating theraphy session. 

Kamnelechukwu is a Documentary photographer and storyteller from Ebonyi, Nigeria. She holds a degree in Computer Science. She acted as a contributor for the NORTH IS NOT NOT team whilst travelling and changing narratives about Northern Nigeria in 2016. Her Ongoing Project seeks to document the male body and its issues which it rather chooses to internalize by using silence as punishment and also defiance as well as how it deals with the decision to define ourselves, name ourselves and speak for ourselves than have others do it for us.

Her work has been featured on KONBINI, ELSIEISY and SISTER NAMIBIA. 

This interview has a lot of soul! Enjoy!
Click HERE!!!!! …. to read the remaining of the interview and to download her book, BRAVE!!! 

Do not forget to drop your comments.

Poetry from BRAVE!

Love and Light!


THE LAST WORDS by Titilope Sonuga

This poem has to be one of the most wonderful things I’ve read this year. Titilope sees through me. I hope it melts your heart as much as it did mine.

Source: BellaNaija.

“It’s not you, It’s me”

“I just need some time alone to figure things out.”

“I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“you’re too good for me”

“I’m not the man you need me to be right now.” Continue reading “THE LAST WORDS by Titilope Sonuga”


Barr. Chuma Nwokolo

I couldn’t hide the excitement on my face as I walked into the hall

Continue reading “THE DAY I SAW CHUMA NWOKOLO”

Imperialism-In-Artistry: Bob Dylan’s Nobel Win Is Proof Adichie Is Right about Beyonce.


Written by Otosirieze Obi-Young and first published on
This post is everything I discussed with my friends but couldn’t bring myself to write it down. I’m glad someone else did. Why I couldn’t wrap my head around those who attacked Adichie for her comments in the Dutch Magazine, I remember asking ; “If I write a novel about a ground-breaking discovery in physics, physiology or chemistry, does that make me eligible for the Nobel Win in same field?”

Continue reading “Imperialism-In-Artistry: Bob Dylan’s Nobel Win Is Proof Adichie Is Right about Beyonce.”

Comfort the Disturbed. Disturb the Comfortable

Me. Today. Disturbing my poor shoki skills.

Poetry does it for me. I spend half of my internet subscription downloading spoken word poetry. They are investments of some sort. For the future. A minute later. A day later. A year later. A safe house for when I’m depressed. Poetry for me is the way one word, sentence jumps out and crawls into my soul. It is the way I open my heart and entire being to that word/sentence and never let go.
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On the third day, we were told to bring an object or objects to life in a room that we spend a lot of time in and speak from its perspective about what it has observed about us. Maybe it has seen our joys, heart breaks, the lies we’ve told, our successes, our fears and so on… What do we look like to a thing you barely notice.

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On the second day, we were told to write an acrostic poem. Continue reading “POETRY. DAY TWO”



I could not commit to my morning-ish plans. I’m sorry. I’m here with the poems.
On the first day, we were told to write a poem of 15lines in which the following words should be present; LIVE, NEED, TORTURE, WALK, NOISE, FAITH.

Continue reading “POETRY. DAY ONE.”

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