I have been a fan of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie for many years, starting in my junior year of high school when we read her famous "Purple Hibiscus" and listened to her TED talk, "The Dangers of a Single Story".  This article was nothing short of amazing. I genuinely believe that Adichie is one of the best writers of our time, and this only further proves it. By giving us the relationship between Afamefuna and Nwamgba, the understanding that the it is the perspective of the storyteller that shapes the entire story, and the disdain that Afamefuna had for those stories shared about her village, unsure if they were true or not. Her storytelling is only furthered when it comes to light that, because historians did not believe that African history should be a subject, she changed her studies from chemistry to history, the study of telling stories. 

The passion and deep love that Afamefuna had for sharing stories, the true stories, of her homeland is one that lead her to the powerful closing statement that Adichie writes- "But on that day, as she sat at her grandmother’s bedside in the fading evening light, Grace was not contemplating her future. She simply held her grandmother’s hand, the palm thickened from years of making pottery". I felt that this was the most perfect way to end the story, by showing that she and her grandmother, on different paths in life, had both contributed to the important storytelling that kept the life of their hometown village alive.