Book Review: Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi

All the madnesses, each and every blinding one, they can all be traced back to the gates. Those carved monstrosities, those clay and chalk portals, existing everywhere and nowhere and all at once. They open, things are born, they close. The opening is easy, a pushing out, am expansion, an inhalation: the dust of divinity … Continue reading Book Review: Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi