Tag: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

By Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ‘Aunty Ifeoma’s little garden next to the verandah of her flat in Nsukka began to lift the silence. Jaja’s defiance seemed to me now like Aunty Ifeoma’s experimental purple hibiscus: rare, fragrant with the undertones of freedom…But my memories did not start at Nsukka. They started before, when all the hibiscuses…