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A Pinch of A Review and A dash of a Poem


“The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity.” 

~A. Edward Newton~

“A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don’t slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.” 
~William Lyon Phelps~

As my field work intensifies, so do my posts become more and more sporadic. I am here to amend that however for the present moment, so on to our lovely day’s agenda. Since I have been on the road for most of this month, I have been soaking in a lot of books, but before I go on excitedly about my new library additions, let me shed a little light on last month’s book-club read, “Purple Hibiscus” by Nigerian-born Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. The book is set in post-independence Nigeria and circles the daily happenings of the members of a well to do family and their struggles with a controlling overly religious( almost a zealot)  father as the main antagonist. The story as seen from the eyes of a teenage girl (the younger of the 2 siblings), Kambili, is both very descriptive and if I may say genuine and raw. The author is able to pull you in two directions at once and show you real moral dilemmas that face real African people. Its needless to say that I absolutely loved it and I was thoroughly disappointed at not having a chance to dissect it over a hot cuppa tea! My fantastical vision of what the book-club meeting would be, but was not to be, since I was not in attendance (i desist from expounding 😦 …sigh!) The book really resonated with me and I could not put it down at all,reading it everywhere especially in matatus. Lol!

September book-club read

Matatu readers will understand that,though there is nothing worse than being stuck in notorious Nairobi traffic, it is a saving grace to be unavoidably stuck with a good book! It is like a a quiet way of yelling, “Suck on that Traffic!!! “. Annnnnnnnnddddd we move away swiftly from these and other small victories on to the massive victory of book-thrifting. There is this street where I always find such treasures for as little as Kshs. 50 and I inevitably cannot resist the urge to fill my tiny house with yet more books that I intend to read. You can say I’m a bit of a bibliophile. It is right outside the old Ukwala Supermarket on your way to bus-station from Afya Centre. They are old and dusty and smell of such knowledge, I digress however. My most valuable find for this week is “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger, which has become my favorite traffic read. The movie was magnificent and I have been wanting to read the book having discovered that the movie was an adaptation. Later analysis coming up soon, stay tuned folks!

Book thrift- Kshs. 50

I knew this was going to be a bumper post, but stick with me its almost done :). I was on my way to yet another interview for work today and this poem simply made its way from my day-dreaming to my notebook. Check it out and let me know what you think please.

 

SMILING IN TRAFFIC

 

5 am, rise and stretch

Still sleepy, need to pray.

Where’s my toothbrush?

Pizza breakfast yay!

 

6.15 am, we’re rushing out

Three flights down

Lets hit the road

Monday Morning Rush!

 

An hour later

Still in a ‘jam’

Happy and contented

“Weekend success?”

My eyes silently ask

“Yes! Indeed it was!”

His own answer mine

We Smile.

 

Earphones out

Local radio shows

Lulling him to sleep

I take out my book

‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’

We share the earphones

And Smile

I doze off.

 

8 am, I’m already there

Let’s goodbye now

“Can’t wait till next time”

My eyes quickly say and shine

We Smile again.

 

Happy to share

Some special secret

Reveling in its exclusivity

“Thank you”. My eyes speak

He smiles again, “You’re welcome”

And off to work I get

 

My heart is full

I dance as I walk

And think of

Peace and

Peppermint tea and of

Smiling in traffic.

 

Have a good week folks! This month’s book-club read: “One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

October Book-club Read

Reader’s Block

Reader’s Block

Hey, hey, hey!!! The week has begun on quite an upbeat tone, can’t wait to see how it ends however, that being said (no offense Monday- nobody likes you 🙂 With all the hard partying and eating it was difficult to get through my weekend read, (did I mention the whole of Nairobi was at the Mingle event?…just explosive!!) and for some reason I am unable to read it in traffic in matatus. It might be a case of misplaced modesty or simple irritation at the interest with which I am suddenly regarded soon after unleashing my copy of “The Kamasutra” in a matatu. I may also have a bit of reader’s block (inability to get ahead in my reading), which is very frustrating at the moment, (sigh!!). So to help me in my quest to get back into the literary band wagon I picked up reading Sir Conan Author Doyle’s “The Valley of Fear“. There’s nothing quite like a good mystery thriller by the literary world’s most famous detective to get me back in the groove. Lets hope Sherlock Holmes works!!!

So since I could not possibly bring myself to abandon this post looking so malnourished, here is one of my poems to tide it over with. I wrote it a few years back…lets just say I have had a much brighter disposition since those dark days 🙂 But to pay tribute to every life experience, a small piece of my soul i will expose today. Enjoy and a lovely week to ya!!

HEART’S DEBT

Can I borrow a heart?

For mine is broken.

I can carry it in a cart,

Even though it is loaded.

New things I must find,

To overwhelm the old.

The old I wild bind,

And trade them in for gold.

So, can I borrow a heart,

Before it starts to rain?

I will carry it in a cart,

To take away this pain.

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