Growing up, my home and those of myriads aunts, uncles and extended family were places filled with magic. There were stories of fantastical ancestors told round the dinner table and late evening front porch gatherings, music in language and rhythms I barely understood. And then there were books, tomes that explored African spirituality and folklore. These were my earliest history lessons.
And this collection of treasures helped shape the person I am today. I suppose it was inevitable that when I became a writer, these themes would feature prominently in my work. And I’m exceptionally pleased to see so many authors and similar works of fiction now gracing bookshelves.