Half of a Yellow Sun

Half of a Yellow Sun

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Language: English

Pages: 543

ISBN: 1400095204

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

With effortless grace, celebrated author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie illuminates a seminal moment in modern African history: Biafra's impassioned struggle to establish an independent republic in southeastern Nigeria during the late 1960s. We experience this tumultuous decade alongside five unforgettable characters: Ugwu, a thirteen-year-old houseboy who works for Odenigbo, a university professor full of revolutionary zeal; Olanna, the professor’s beautiful young mistress who has abandoned her life in Lagos for a dusty town and her lover’s charm; and Richard, a shy young Englishman infatuated with Olanna’s willful twin sister Kainene. Half of a Yellow Sun is a tremendously evocative novel of the promise, hope, and disappointment of the Biafran war.

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breast and fell asleep, Olanna and Odenigbo looked down at her, lying face up in the cot near their bed. Her skin was a radiant brown. “She has so much hair, like you,” Olanna said. “You’ll look at her sometimes and hate me.” Olanna shrugged. She did not want him to think she was doing this for him, as a favor to him, because it was more about herself than it was about him. “Ugwu said your mother went to a dibia,” she said. “What?” “Ugwu thinks all this happened because your mother went to

Biafra is fully established.” Olanna jumped. “Was that a plane? Was that a plane?” “Plane, kwa?” Mrs. Muokelu laughed. “Somebody closed their door in the next house and you say it is a plane?” Olanna sat down on the floor and stretched out her legs. She was exhausted from fear. “Did you hear that we shot down their bomber around Ikot-Ekpene?” Mrs. Muokelu asked. “I didn’t hear.” “And this was done by a common civilian with his hunting gun! You know, it is as if the Nigerians are so stupid

Jomo gestured to the bag tied behind his bicycle. He had shown Ugwu the small furry animal wrapped in fresh leaves. “I cannot cook bush meat here!” Ugwu said in English, laughing. Jomo turned to look at him. “Dianyi, you now speak English just like the children of the lecturers.” Ugwu nodded, happy to hear the compliment, happier because Jomo would never guess that those children with their cream-pampered skin and their effortless English sniggered whenever Mrs. Oguike asked him a question

impassioned articles. “Things will calm down,” Arize said, and touched Olanna’s arm. “Don’t worry.” Olanna nodded and looked out at the words printed on a nearby lorry: NO TELEPHONE TO HEAVEN. She could not believe how easy it had been to deny who they were, to shrug off being Igbo. “She will wear that white dress for her christening, Sister,” Arize said. “What, Ari?” Arize pointed at her belly. “Your goddaughter will wear that white dress for her christening. Thank you so much, Sister.”

beginning. “Nkem, please, let’s deal with this together,” he said. “We will do whatever you want. Please let’s do it together.” Olanna went to the kitchen to turn the kettle off. She came back and sat down opposite him. “You said it happened just once. Just once and she got pregnant? Just once?” She wished she had not raised her voice. But it was so implausible, so theatrically implausible, that he would sleep with a woman once in a drunken state and get her pregnant. “It was just once,” he

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