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Things Fall Apart

This classic novel delves into the cultural and social changes experienced by an Igbo village in Nigeria as it grapples with the arrival of British colonizers. The story follows the protagonist Okonkwo, a strong and proud warrior, and his struggle to maintain his traditional values in the face of Western influence. more

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Chinua Achebe
Chinua Achebe

Nigerian novelist, poet, literary critic, widely regarded as one of the greatest African writers of the 20th century. Chinua Achebe is known for his profound insights into colonialism and African culture, with works such as 'Things Fall Apart' and 'Arrow of God'. more

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