our father a Catholic? I ask you, Eugene, was he a Catholic? Uchu gba gi !" Aunty lfeoma
snapped her fingers at Papa; she was throwing a curse at him. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Extract 3
Chapter 1
I lay in bed after Mama left and let my mind rake through the past, through the years when
Jaja and Mama and I spoke more with our spirits than with our lips. Until Nsukka. Nsukka
started it all; Aunty lfeoma'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 lfeoma's experimental purple
hibiscus: rare, fragrant with the undertones of freedom, a different kind of freedom from the
one the crowds waving green leaves chanted at Government Square after the coup. A
freedom to be, to do. "I hear he's very involved in the editorial decisions. The Standard is the
only paper that dares to tell the truth these days." "Yes," Aunty lfeoma said. "And he has a
brilliant editor, Ade Coker, although I wonder how much longer before they lock him up for
good. Even Eugene's money will not buy everything."
"I was reading somewhere that Amnesty World is giving your brother an award," Father
Amadi said. He was nodding slowly, admiringly, and I felt myself go warm all over, with pride,
with a desire to be associated with Papa.
Extract 4
Chapter 10
"Kambili, you are precious." His voice quavered now, like someone speaking at a funeral,
choked with emotion. "You should strive for perfection. You should not see sin and walk right
into it." He lowered the kettle into the tub and tilted it toward my feet. He poured the hot
water on my feet, slowly, as if he were conducting an experiment and wanted to see what
would happen. He was crying now, tears streaming down his face ... I watched the water leave
the kettle, flowing almost in slow motion in an arc to my feet. The pain of contact was so pure,
so scalding, I felt nothing for a second. And then I screamed. "That is what you do to yourself
when you walk into sin. You burn your feet," he said.
Chapter 11
Ade Coker was at breakfast with his family when a courier delivered a package to him. His
daughter, in her primary school uniform, was sitting across the table from him. The baby was
nearby, in a highchair. His wife was spooning Cerelac into the baby's mouth. Ade Coker was
blown up when he opened the package-a package everybody would have known was from
the Head of State even if his wife Yewande had not said that Ade Coker looked at the envelope
and said "It has the State House seal" before he opened it.
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