SSA Shortlisted | African Literature Blog Award

I'm excited, my blog has been selected as one of the Top 50 African Literature Blogs on the web by Feed Spot.

I received the email notification last week Friday, but I was too busy to read it. I just did, and here's what they have to say.

"I personally give you a high-five and want to thank you for your contribution to this world. This is the most comprehensive list of Top 50 African Literature Blogs on the internet and I’m honored to have you as part of this!" Anuj Agarwal - Founder, Feedspot

This is huge win for me, considering the 'top literary websites' I was ranked above.

The Best African Literature Blogs from thousands of African Literature blogs on the web using search and social metrics.

These blogs are ranked based on following criteria

Google reputation and Google search ranking
Influence and popularity on Facebook, twitter and other social media sites
Quality and consistency of posts.
Feedspot’s editorial team and expert review
Best 50 African Literature Bloggers

Congratulations to every blogger and website that made the list! This is the most comprehensive list of best African Literature blogs on the internet and I’m honoured to be part of it!

You made it possible. Yes, all of you who are regular visitors of my website. Thank you! Thank you!!

For a complete list of the Top 50 African Literature Blogs, click here.

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