Half of a Yellow Sun – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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“It made him long for the days when Okeoma recited poems about people getting buttocks rashes after defecating in imported buckets,…”

“‘Yes,’ Ugwu said, although he had sworn never to eat Harrison’s food after he dropped by Mr Richard’s house and saw Harrison spooning shredded orange peels into a pot of sauce. He would have been less alarmed if Harrison had cooked with the orange itself, but to cook with the peels was like choosing the hairy skin of a goat rather than the meat.”

“Aunty Ifeka went back to her stirring, Olanna’s image of their marriage began to come apart at the seams.”

“My father used to say that other people just farted but his own fart always released shit.”

“Richard looked out at the calm, unending greenness. He would never have been happy with her -life would be gossamer, all his days merging into one long sheer sheet of nothingness.”

“5. The Book: The World Was Silent When We Died
He writes about starvation. Starvation was a Nigerian weapon of war.”

“Miss Adebayo visited and said something about grief, something nice-sounding and facile: Grief was the celebration of love, those who could feel real grief were lucky to have loved.”

“Olanna stared at the door. She was used to her mother’s disapproval; it had coloured most of her major decisions, after all: when she chose two weeks’ suspension rather than apologize to her Heathgrove form mistress for insisting that the lessons on Pax Britannica were contradictory; when she joined the Students’ Movement for Independence at Ibadan; when she refused to marry Igwe Okagbue’s son, and later, Chief Okaro’s son. Still, each time, the disapproval made her want to apologize, to make up for it in some way.”

“Later, when she saw the plastic flowers in a kitchen cupboard, she was not surprised. Ugwu had saved them, the same way he saved old sugar cartons, bottle corks, even yam peels. It came with never having had much, she knew, the inability to let go of things that were useless.”

“This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.”

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