In a post-covid world, dating apps are widely regarded as the main avenue for single people to find romantic partners. Everyone, it seems, is on the apps — but I hate them.
In a post-covid world, dating apps are widely regarded as the main avenue for single people to find romantic partners. Everyone, it seems, is on the apps — but I hate them.
From the blog post that inspired her to Yinka’s abiding love for her local chicken shop, Lizzie Damilola Blackburn gives us five fun facts about one of the first Black British romantic comedies.
We were positive that my book would be snapped up in an auction because it felt epic, genre-crossing and boundary-breaking. It was everything traditional publishers said they were looking for in book club fiction.
The Hive opens with a confession: Charlotte has killed her ex-boyfriend's partner, and now invites you to vote on whether he should live or die via Instagram.
I write to call their names. The same way we say Breonna, Sandra Bland, George Floyd, Trayvon, Botham Jean, Dante Wright, Nizah Morris. I write in celebration.
For a long time, I thought she’d insulted me. Today I think she was trying to define me. "Pédé" must have been the only word she knew. It was the only word she had.
It was neither purely a Nigerian immigrant story nor an African American romance—not even an urban tale. Reader, I decided to self-publish.
I explicitly remember my dad saying: “this is history in the making, better than any book you will ever read.” Ironically, 25 years later, I have now written about this very experience.