Amna Ali’s Reviews > Half of a Yellow Sun > Status Update
Amna Ali
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“He felt a flush of achievement, at how easily fiancée had slipped out of him, a sign of future uxorious bliss. He smiled, then realized that his smile threatened to grow into a giggle and that he might be slightly delirious.”
If he doesn’t feel this way about me I don’t want him
— Nov 22, 2024 11:30AM
If he doesn’t feel this way about me I don’t want him
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“half of a yellow sun gleaming on their sleeves.”
— Nov 30, 2024 09:21PM
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“You insult me, Odenigbo.”
“The truth has become an insult.”
— Nov 26, 2024 11:19PM
“The truth has become an insult.”
Amna Ali
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“At Independence in 1960, Nigeria was a collection of fragments held in a fragile clasp.”
— Nov 22, 2024 11:37AM
Amna Ali
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“The South, too eager for independence, accepted this constitution. With the British gone, there would be good things for everyone: “white” salaries long denied Nigerians, promotions, top jobs. Nothing was done about the clamor of the minority groups, and the regions were already competing so fiercely that some wanted separate foreign embassies.”
— Nov 22, 2024 11:37AM
Amna Ali
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“He’s one of these village houseboys,” one of the men said dismissively, and Ugwu looked at the man’s face and murmured a curse about acute diarrhea following him and all of his offspring for life.”
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— Jul 13, 2024 04:17PM
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Amna Ali
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My grandfathers, whom I never knew,
Nwoye David Adichie and Aro-Nweke Felix Odigwe,
did not survive the war.
My grandmothers, Nwabuodu Regina Odigwe and
Nwamgbafor Agnes Adichie, remarkable women
both, did.
This book is dedicated to their memories:
ka fa nodu na ndokwa.
How am I already crying at the acknowledgements
— Jul 13, 2024 03:57PM
Nwoye David Adichie and Aro-Nweke Felix Odigwe,
did not survive the war.
My grandmothers, Nwabuodu Regina Odigwe and
Nwamgbafor Agnes Adichie, remarkable women
both, did.
This book is dedicated to their memories:
ka fa nodu na ndokwa.
How am I already crying at the acknowledgements

