Her Name Is Knight (Nena Knight, #1)

by Yasmin Angoe

“Fuck the government and their figurehead politics only put in to appease the West against us ‘savages.’

Usually, the mountain is alive at night, the animals who inhabit it active and chattering. However, during the spurts when the men reload their weapons, the mountain is a silent witness to our eradication.

She hated when he—when any man—referred to women as females. She’d keep correcting him for as long as he kept speaking ignorantly.

There was unbelievable pride in Black women’s hair. Their hair was their crown, their superpower, something women taught each other to care for, as Nena’s first mother had taught her.

Knowing there is a real place out there. Knowing that Africa, in its entirety, is an amalgamation of Zamunda and Wakanda, and I can always go there if I need it.”