Could not manage to finish this one. While I did enjoy other books by Okorafor (e.g. Lagoon), this author is clearly an hit or miss for me. Her being explicitly militant in her books, especially regarding how western stories are told, how western stories about the Other are told, and how to reconnect with one’s culture and the way stories are told in that culture, is both a good thing and the fatal flaw of this book. While reading it with fellow reader, it was really hard to make them understand the topics addressed in the stories; those who haven’t already have an insight on the discourse of diversity and representation do not get it and while the labour of finding out information about it should be on them, they’re not given nor tools nor motivations as most of the stories fall flat and are awkwardly constructed. In the end I gave up in a moment of deep frustration.

I've read almost all Okorafor's novels, but this was my first time experiencing her short fiction. The stories were all imaginative and packed quite a punch. As usual, most of her stories take place in Nigeria and are magical, thematic and just brilliant