![]() ![]() ![]() He is alive, then dead, then alive again, sometimes all in the same paragraph, setting up a framework in which his posthumous narration makes perfect sense. One minute we’re with Oji in childhood, playing with his mother’s jewellery, “placing one of the necklaces against his sternum, over his silver chain, clipping his ears with the earrings … so beautiful he made the air around him dull”, the next we’re once again in the burned-down market. “They burned down the market the day Vivek Oji died,” it begins, interspersing recollections of Oji from friends and family with snippets of his own testimony from beyond the grave. Their new novel occupies a similar spiritual plane. A kwaeke Emezi’s Women’s prize-longlisted debut Freshwater was narrated by the multiple selves inhabiting a young Nigerian woman who was born with “one foot on the other side”. ![]()
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