Today, we celebrate Ola Rotimi (1938–2000), one of Nigeria’s finest playwrights, novelists and literary giants.
Renowned for his brilliant storytelling and exploration of African history, culture and society, he gave us timeless works such as The Gods Are Not to Blame and more.
Introducing the 22-year-old powerhouse behind all your favourite books. A storyteller, a dreamer, and a force of her own. The one and only, Qudrah Adam.
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"...Once, she had stepped in front of him, stopping his stride. "This plant," she said, plucking a leaf with the excitement of a child who had discovered her mother’s hidden beads, "heals wounds in Abomey."
She had lifted it to his face, the scent sharp and earthy.
"Its smell drives away poisonous snakes and scorpions," he had replied.
Though she did not touch him, he had felt the heat of her body in the growing cold of the morning.
"Your people must know the secrets of herbs," she murmured, stepping closer.
Ikedi had shifted back, but it did nothing to sever the pull between them. What was she doing to him? What spell had her nearness cast upon his mind? Thoughts he should not have, thoughts that made his heart pound with both guilt and longing, burned within him like a forbidden flame.
He wanted to touch her, to let his hands roam freely over her skin, exploring the curves and hollows the gods had so carefully sculpted. He wanted to do what no man should, to claim her in ways that would bind her essence to his forever. He could almost taste her, imagine her trembling in his arms, her breath quickened as her name fell like a prayer from his lips.
The grasses would bear witness, bending low beneath them, while the heavens above stayed silent. He wanted...
He had exhaled sharply, his chest heaving with the effort of restraint.
He would want.
He would want.
He would want!
"Do you have healers?" she had asked, stepping closer, her grin widening like the crescent moon stretching its arms over a restless night.
Ikedi did not answer. Instead, he took a step back, his body responding before his mind could shape a thought.
"What of you, master?" she pressed, voice laced with mischief. "Do you know about herbs?"
"Only the ones the gods permit my limited mind to know," he replied, his gaze shifting, searching. But no one was watching. The others had settled down, breaking what was left of the roasted yam the kind villager had given them before they resumed their journey.
She tilted her head, studying him. Then she tossed the leaf away. "I think you are a healer," she said. "You may not know it yet."
"There is much I do not know about myself."
She lifted her hands, and though he did not know what she intended, he caught her wrists before she could touch him.
For a moment, they stood that way. Her, looking up at him, a half-formed smile lingering on her lips. Him, looking down at her, at the smoothness of her skin, the fullness of her mouth.
It would have been the perfect moment to trace the curve of her jaw, to let his fingers glide down to the hollow of her throat, to feel the warmth of her pulse beneath his touch. But he did not.
He only looked. And looked.
And by the time he realized he could touch her without it meaning more than it should, he saw the change in her eyes, the slow slipping away of her grin.
Gently, he lowered her wrists, releasing her. "You should join the others and eat," he murmured..."
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