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Nwanyi Ukwuoma and the Complexities of Igbo Names

She was the type of girl who, dressed up, walked down the street with carefree, hesitant, almost-lazy shuffle on a cool evening as the men sat in front of street-corner shops drinking local gins. Watching her, you knew right away that while she appeared to be headed in a direction, she really had no destination...

Village Boy and the City Woman

As soon as she stepped into the room, all the white men followed her with their eyes. Being a village boy, I had never liked city girls. Besides, my mother had warned me against them: white girls and city girls are not good for a village boy, she said...

From U.S.A with Love: Conclusion

It was a call from Naija and the voice on the other end was urgent and frantic: please send money right away, uncle Faster is in serious trouble. He was arrested yesterday. I hung up the phone while the caller was still talking and cursed the evil spirit that made me answer that call...

From U.S.A with Love: Conclusion

It was a call from Naija and the voice on the other end was urgent and frantic: please send money right away, uncle Faster is in serious trouble. He was arrested yesterday. I hung up the phone while the caller was still talking and cursed the evil spirit that made me answer that call...

Christmas Time in the Village

If I had a choice between the presidency of the world, and spending the Christmas season in my hometown, my choice would be easy. Keep your presidency and leave me to re-live, once again, my childhood...

From U.S.A. with Love: See Me See Marriage

My older brother, Oyaw, lives in New York. In the summer of 2005 he went home to Naija to get married, dragging me along with him. His American girl friend was not told. My brother is educated but stupid...

If I Were President…

No child ever says that he or she wants to be vice president when he or she grows up. It is a useless office and the holder is often a source of irritation to the president. So, for the children, I would call the vice president into my office and 'eliminate' him...

Grandpa and the Madman

It is true that here in our land timeliness is a worthless quality and lateness to ceremonies is a dignified virtue worthy of admiration. It is true that no self-respecting citizen makes the mistake of arriving on time for scheduled events. But five hours late?

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