No Sweetness Here and Other Stories

Kodjo Fi was a selfish and bullying man, whom no decent woman ought to have married. He got on marvellously with his two other wives but they were three of a feather

Now all I must do is to try and prepare myself for another pregnancy, for it seems this is the reason why I was created . . . to be pregnant for nine of the twelve months of every year. . . . Or is there a way out of it at all? And where does this road lie?

A Master’s here. A Doctorate there. . . . That was the other thing about the revolution.

She hurried home and into the bathroom where she vomited – and cried and cried and vomited for what seemed to her to be days.

They used to tell her that they found the thought of returning home frightening. They would be frustrated. . . .

She met the students at eleven.

Even that was not the whole story. Suddenly, it seemed as if all the girls and women she knew and remembered as having smooth black skins had turned light-skinned.

every girl simply wore a wig.

What was more, if they really wanted to see a revolution, why didn’t they work constructively in other ways for it?

one did not really go to school to learn about Africa. . . .