Oct 23, 2016 | Fiction |
“The market of Umuike is a wonderful place,” said the young man who had been sent by Obierika to buy the giant goat “There are so many people on it that if you threw up a grain of sand it would not find a way to fall to earth again.” “It...
Jun 24, 2009 | Fiction |
Jachin-Boaz traded in maps. He bought and sold maps, and some, of certain kinds for special uses, he made or had others make for him. That had been his father’s trade, and the walls of the shop that had been his father’s were hung with glazed blue oceans,...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
Beside them, little pot-bellied men in light suits and panama hats; clean, pink men with puzzled worried eyes, with restless eyes… In their lapels the insignia of lodges and service clubs, places where they can go and, by a weight of numbers of little worried...
