Oyinkan Braithwaite has arrived at the literary circuit through the big door. And to stay. African authors are finally spoken of as authors and dry literature and not african aliteratura with the connotations that entail. It is a path that Chimamanda Ngozi has already opened – translated into several languages -and that Oyinkan has paved as an emblem of the new generations thanks to his first creation that earned him the amen of the laurels of critics, the British Book Award for the book of the year in the Thriller category.

Born in Lagos, she spent most of her childhood in the UK, a dichotomy of cultures that is palpable in the way she narrates and builds the atmosphere of her novels. It is a clear language that invites you to continue reading by transforming complicated and deep concepts in a simple way. After finishing his studies, he decided to return to his native Nigeria in 2012 where he has lived ever since.

She has just published The Baby Is Mine (Alpha Decay) written in full confinement and which also has the beginning of it as a starting point. Repeat genre of mystery where an event functions as a common thread of a ball that goes, as we are used to, wooding in small stories where we find a scenario in which to identify ourselves: the impossibility of leaving home, the closure of business, the economic crisis.

The pandemic experiences that unsote us in subtle and diverse ways. In this case told through Bambi, who after an argument with his girlfriend goes homeless and decides to go to his deceased grandfather’s house. There he finds his aunt Bidemi who has just become Folu’s widow, his newborn baby and, most surprisingly, Folu’s lover Esohe. The motherhood of the baby that seemed clear at first gets troubled with the days when Esohe begins to claim the baby as his own.

Thus begins a suffocating entanglement where all three must live together, locked up, sharing life and responsibility for the care of a baby while distrusting each other. Throughout the process the reader will read a continuous issue between the lines. What defines parents for love and care or blood? All this seasoned by other great reflections characteristic of this 2020 as our inability to face according to what situations or the raising of children

How far would you go out of loyalty to your family?

This is one of the dilemmas Oyinkan poses. My sister, serial killer (Editorial Alpha Decay) is not a thriller to use with an eye-catching title. In it, we can find much more than that. It is a reflection of Nigeria’s versatile reality of the 21st century projected on two sisters with almost antagonistic vital perspectives. Love between them and sorority as a meeting point between two worlds of the same society

The book tells the story of Ayoola, an attractive and fussy young girl with a bad habit: murdering her lovers when she gets tired of them. On the other hand, her sister Korede hers whom she always goes to for help in getting rid of the corpses. The turning point comes when Ayoola’s last flirt is a doctor at the hospital where Korede works as a nurse. A man for whom she also has feelings. The fear that she suffers from the possibility of being discovered is joined by the fear that her sister will murder the person with whom she is in love with her.
A good chronology, with a good plot and counted with a fine and excellent black humor make this novel a must in anyone’s library. Whether mystery is one of your favorite genres or not.