Fey Ugokwe's Blog - Posts Tagged "wifey"

For those of you Kindle fans, my novella, "Wifey", is now available for free for a limited time, via Amazon's Kindle Unlimited. Just select "Kindle Edition" on the book's page, and then the "Read for Free" Kindle Unlimited tab.

Hope you indeed enjoy the free read!

"It was 7:17 a.m., and Rev. was...black wingtips and gold watch glinting in the everywhere sun. A heavy man breathing heavily, he waddled across the blacktop...[E]yes ever-alight and purposeful, chin out in a grace-filled jut--he looked like Sunday morning..."

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New, she quick skinny-dipped into blinking bright green, a fresh-spooned lap in the bracing aqueous, liquids so light--a finish clean--lunching in the lush so well suited her...

And he was strong ginger: cornsilk blue eyes a summer's swim, in fields twin, of hardy yield--and harvest...

Red silk waft, the glint of gilt embroidery, hands-feet ink like jewelry--casting out the city ferments, beckoning toward the sacred covenants, in salt...

**Description: A mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles, and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociopolitical/sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, sustainability, racism, xenophobia, class divide, and spirituality, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"The food seemed much the same to her...edible toys, junk so bright--symbols, unbeknownst to her, of what his own inner world had become..."

And she was at hearing the stirring of pots and the strong breaths of salt breeze--aerating likely a curry, perhaps a pepper pot too...and then her mum's tongue--gingerly, determinedly, slow-yielding the sage--telling her the truth about what she had married...

"Juanita bustled ahead, her slim but curvy hips swiftly navigating the twists and turns along the patron floor like a salsa dancer's at sway..."