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228 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 17, 2018
She killed him on the first strike, a jab straight to the heart. But then she stabbed him twice more to be sure. He sank to the floor. She could hear her own breathing and nothing else.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. they force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
Femi makes three, you know. Three and they label you a serial killer
She cries for her youth, her missed opportunities and her limited options. She does not cry for me, she cries for herself.
The Written Review 3.5 stars
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Ayoola, the beautiful, younger sister of Korede, calls her up on night for....what's quickly becoming a disturbing trend.
It’s because she is beautiful, you know. That’s all it is. They don’t really care about the rest of it. She gets a pass at life.
It takes a whole lot longer to dispose of a body than to dispose of a soul, especially if you don’t want to leave any evidence of foul play.Ayoola's last three boyfriends have been...well...murdered by her own hand.
That’s how it has always been. Ayoola would break a glass, and I would receive the blame for giving her the drink.But then one day, Ayoola shows up at Korede's place of work and the doctor - the one that Korede has been crushing on for...forever - begins falling for her sister.
You can’t sit on the fence forever.This one had such good elements - Ayoola's casual murder-y-ness and Korede's practical view of things was pretty interesting.
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There is music blasting from Ayoola’s room. She is listening to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody.” It would be more appropriate to play Brymo or Lourde, something solemn or yearning, rather than the musical equivalent of a pack of M&Ms.
Now, that’s what I call a damn good story!
Wow. Where do I even start?
Firstly, the story, coupled with the setting, alongside the characters, all resonate at a level only a fellow Nigerian would understand. Besides all that, the plot itself is unique, the prose is crisp and evocative; the characters, multilayered. Then there’s that dry sardonic humour that Braithwaite sprinkles throughout the story that made me cackle out loud where I probably should have been appalled.
Additionally, what Braithwaite does with the titular characters - the ditzy yet extremely manipulative “serial killer”- Ayoola, and her long-suffering, perpetually angsty sister- Korede, is nothing short of magical.
Love, love, love!
I bet you didn't know that bleach masks the smell of blood. Most people use bleach indiscriminately, assuming it is a catchall product, never taking the time to read the list of ingredients on the back, never taking the time to return to the recently wiped surface to take a closer look. Bleach will disinfect, but it's not great for cleaning residue, so I use it only after I have first scrubbed the bathroom of all traces of life, and death.
“We are nothing if not thorough in our deception of others.”
“The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.”
“He looked like a man who could survive a couple of flesh wounds, but then so had Achilles and Caesar.”