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Nigerian writer and video artist (born 1987)

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Akwaeke Emezi (born 1987) is Nigerian-born writer and video artist of Igbo and Tamil descent.

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Native Name: Akwaeze Emezi

Alternative Names: Zara

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For a moment, there was the scream of tires and the mad chime of broken glass, the soft petals of white lilies, and a clod of dirt breaking apart in Feyi’s hand, but she brushed it all aside like smoke.

I think we're just figuring out how to survive a world on fire…that it's okay to be alive.

Feyi felt like a monster and a traitor, but it was fine, it had to happen.”

Feyi had already decided who she wanted to be that night, so she stared right back at him, unabashed, drinking in his terra-cotta skin and dark copper beard.”

As Jam watched, its fur softened and it shifted its stance just a little, draining the menace away. Well, little girl, it replied, I supposed you can call me Pet.”

Angels aren't pretty pictures in old holy books, just like monsters aren't ugly pictures. It's all just people, doing hard things or doing bad things.”

Her mother focused on her, cupping her cheek in a chalky hand. ‘Monsters don’t look like anything, doux-doux. That’s the whole point. That’s the whole problem.’”

Bitter knew her name was heavy, but she hadn’t minded, because it was honest. That was something she’d taught Jam—that a lot of things were manageable as long as they were honest […] But Jam trusted her mother for those brutal truths, and that’s why home was the ﬁrst place she brought the books with the angels in them.”

There shouldn’t be any monsters left in Lucille. The city used to have them, of course—what city didn’t? They used to be everywhere, thick in the air and oﬀices, in the streets and in people’s own homes. They used to be the police and teachers and judges and even the mayor; yeah, the mayor used to be a monster.”

(Part 1, Chapter 1, Page 22)

We bled a lot and Saul gave us the injection himself, but the Ada has no scar so perhaps this is a memory.”

(Part 1, Chapter 1, Page 18)

The main problem was that we were a distinct we instead of being fully and just her.”

(Part 1, Chapter 4, Page 45)

Meanwhile, Ala continued to watch her child. After all, the Ada was her hatchling, her bloodthirsty little sun, covered in translucent scales.”