Half of a Yellow Sun, Americanah, Purple Hibiscus: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Three-Book Collection. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Three-Book Collection: Half of a Yellow Sun, Americanah, Purple Hibiscus
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CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE
Half of a Yellow Sun
Contents
MAIN CONTENTS Title Page Dedication Epigraph Part One: The Early Sixties Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Part Two: The Late Sixties Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Part Three: The Early Sixties Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four Part Four: The Late Sixties Chapter Twenty Five Chapter Twenty Six Chapter Twenty Seven Chapter Twenty Eight Chapter Twenty Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty One Chapter Thirty Two Chapter Thirty Three Chapter Thirty Four Chapter Thirty Five Chapter Thirty Six Chapter Thirty Seven Author's Note
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.
And to Mellitus, wherever he may be.
Today I see it still –
Dry, wire-thin in sun and dust of the dry months – Headstone on tiny debris of passionate courage.
– Chinua Achebe,
From ‘Mango Seedling’ in Christmas in Biafra and Other Poems
Master was a little crazy; he had spent too many years reading books overseas, talked to himself in his office, did not always return greetings, and had too much hair. Ugwu’s aunty said this in a low voice as they walked on the path. ‘But he is a good man,’ she added. ‘And as long as you work well, you will eat well. You will even eat meat every day.’ She stopped to spit; the saliva left her mouth with a sucking sound and landed on the grass.
Ugwu did not believe that anybody, not even this master he was going to live with, ate meat every day. He did not disagree with his aunty, though, because he was too choked