In the late 1960, Adah, a spirited and resourceful Nigerian woman, moves her family to London in search of an independent life for herself and her children. Once there, she encounters racism and hard truths about being a new citizen.

Although this is one of my Mum's favourite books, I will begin by saying that this book did not hit me with the same impact as The Bride Price, which I read in the later half of last year. Structurally, I still love the simplistic nature of Emecheta's style. It's a non-nonsense, erase all fluff, clear-cut style, very reminiscent Chinua Achebe in Things Fall Apart.

 But don't be fooled by the simplicity of the language because Emecheta throws some truths and deep thoughts. I approached this novel expecting to encounter a narrative focused on the systemic and individual racism within Britain and discovered a more complex narrative exploring culture, tradition and the lens through which we see ourselves. Yes, Adah experiences many horrendous instances where she is treated like a second class citizen but she also makes many friendships with the white people she encounters. What was most poignant was the acceptance of her fellow compatriots of the status given to them. Although many arrived in England with high hopes and sometimes high qualification, they began to embody the idea that they were worth less than their white neighbours.

And this book doesn't only tackle issues of race but sexism too. Adah left her comforts of a good job and financial security for a country that promised more autonomy for women and this country failed to live up to that promise.

This is a book with wonderful insights and reflections and it provokes you every step of the way. It's a worthy addition to my library but not one I'll be rushing to revisit. I'm not sure I could handle it emotionally.