“Olikoye” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie →
“I will name him Olikoye.”
“Oh.” She paused. “I didn’t know your husband was Yoruba.”
“He’s not. We’re both Bini.”
“But Olikoye is a Yoruba name.”
“Yes it is.”
“Why?” she asked. My contractions were slow. I told Sister Chioma to sit down and I would tell her the story.
Imagine the gall, the self-centeredness, it takes to turn down a vaccination. Even worse, to attempt to talk others out of them. There’s an entire world that would never even dream of it. Adichie captures that sentiment perfectly in this short, lovely piece of fiction. Her novel Americanah should be at the top of your To-Read list.