What I am currently reading…
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Elusive dreams – Elizabeth Orchardson Mazrui
I toss and turn
Restless in sleep
Hold you close
Wake to find
You’re nothing
But a dream
Fleetingly nebulous
Hovering dream
Like an elusive dream
That hovers on the brink
Of reality
You have once again
Left me holding
Nothingness
P.S. Do you think dreams are still valid even when they keep playing the elusive card?
Americanah
“You know some people collect pebbles leaving out diamonds and they believe their pebbles are more valuable than diamond!” said Mukuna. We had been talking about books we were reading when she called my book a pebble and hers a diamond, I was determined to prove her otherwise or not.
If you know me well, you’d know I am a sucker at dares, if you want me to do something I am normally likely to refuse you can phrase as a dare or challenge! The easiest way to get me into doing something is to tell me I can’t do it, it will nag me till I do it just to prove I can! No it’s not OCD and don’t try “Mackel you can’t buy me this” that is out. That pebble and diamond statement during my call with Mukuna made me ask my friend Chiry to lend me her copy of Americanah by Chimamanda Adichie and see this “diamond”, apparently the books I was reading were brushed off as pebbles. Well the Barney in me decided “challenge accepted” I put a bookmark on my pebbles and started reading this book Americanah.
After reading the book like I was going to do an exam on the same, I do agree it is quite something, and I’m not admitting my current reading list is pebbles, no! Since there are many reviews on the book, I will give you more of a synopsis of the book, which weirdly enough I could relate to some extend.
Characters
The books mainly revolves among two main characters; Ifemelu (Ifem) and Obinze who meet at a party at their mutual friend during their secondary school years. Obinze was supposed to be setup with Ifemelu’s friend Ginika but he is interested in Ifem. As the party goes late in the night Ifem shocks Obinze when she ask’s him “aren’t we going to kiss?” She is too forthright which would get her in trouble at times; Obinze on the other hand is the calm collected guy is hard to read.
Love
Americanah delves on the relationships Ifem, Obinze and other characters develop. There appears to be true love, fake love and all sorts of love:
For instance in the beginning Ifem remembers of her relationship with Obinze and describes it thus; When you need what she’s unable to give and she needs what you are unable to give, it becomes the loss of what could have been! You spend too much time mourning what could have been and questioning what should be.
She wanted to give the relationship all that she had even in the small acts like holding hands, she held hands with him till her hands became gummy with sweat, “Just in case this is the last time we hold, let’s really hold hands”.
When Ifemelu met Obinze, she told aunt Uju that she had met the love of her life, and aunt Uju told her to let her to let him kiss and touch but not to let him put it inside.
Then I was really excited to learn that the love of ass is universal 🙂 “Sometimes she would dance in her underwear, wiggling her hips, while he teased her about having a small bottom: ‘I was going to say shake it, but there’s nothing to shake.’” When Ifem had gone to America and grown her lady bits she describes them thus, “She has soft round parts that shake when she moves” She teases Obinze when she returns to Nigeria about how show now has that ass he used to tease her of lacking back in the university days.
Ifem was too forthright, the honesty that scared her boyfriends, one day Obinze confronts her about another student in university to which she replies “I’m just curious about him. Nothing is ever going to happen. But I am curious. You get curious about other girls, don’t you?” Obinze is too shocked by the response he says no and stops talking to her for a while.
America
Due to the frequent strikes by university lecturers, Ifemelu is forced to stay at home. Her friend, Ginika talks of applying for her in schools in Philadelphia as though Ifemelu knew where Philadelphia was. To her, America was America. She gets a scholarship and lands a visa to go to America.
She goes to stay with her Aunt, Uju. She is shocked on her first night in America to find bugs existed there, “If she had been in their Lagos kitchen, she would have found a broom and killed it, but she left the American cockroach alone…”
People tended to treat her different because she was from Africa, they expect even things she never thought about like her name to have some form of significance than just a form of identification. When she share this with Ginika, she replies, “You could have just said Ngozi is your tribal name and Ifemelu is your jungle name and throw in one more as your spiritual name. They’ll believe all kinds of shit about Africa.”
Sexual exploitation
Ifem becomes desperate after a long search of work with no success and with rent, bills and books to pay for, she is pushed to the bottom of the bottoms, she decides to work for a tennis coach “What would happen with the tennis coach? He had said ‘massage’, but his manner, his tone, had dripped suggestion. Perhaps he was one of those white men she had read about, with strange tastes, who wanted women to drag a feather over their back or urinate on them. She could certainly do that, urinate on a man for a hundred dollars.”
She agrees to a sexual exploit that messes her esteem and drives her to depression, “She had lain on his bed, and when he placed her hand between his legs, she had curled and moved her fingers. Now even after she washed her hands, holding the crisp, slender hundred-dollar bill he had given her, her fingers still felt sticky; they no longer belonged to her. He lived alone, he probably had other women coming to his room to spread their legs for his stubby finger with its bitten back nail.”
Conclusion
I am disappointed by the ending though. Not every story ends with a happily every after, but what do I know? Obinze leaves his extremely attractive wife and child to go and start a fresh with Ifem when she returns to Nigeria, which to me appears to be forced to fit a happy ending.
You can grab your copy of Americanah at Bookpoint at KES 1550, you will not regret it.
2013 in review
After another year in blogging, though I must admit I was very lazy this time round here is my report card: p.s. I think I should start giving gift vouchers and am lost what to give since it seems my commenters are all ladies, if it were men a six pack voucher would be enough…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,600 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 60 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.
Losing my virginity…
“Oh, screw it, let’s do it.”
Yes you better believe it I am going to talk about it today, but before we continue we could engage in a little game of show me yours I show you mine! How did you lose yours?
Well, *put some Usher voice* This is my confession: I finally found a girl who was reputed to go the whole way, and at one party we slipped upstairs into a remote bedroom. I was amazed when she let me push up her skirt and take off her knickers. As we began to make love, she started to moan and groan. She was clearly having a very erotic time. I was pretty pleased by how well I must be performing since she was panting and tossing her head from side to side as she fought to control her breathing. I put up a great show and finally came with equally impressive gusto, roaring and shouting and huffing and puffing. Then I rolled off her. To my astonishment she carried on panting, apparently having what I took to be ecstatic multiple orgasms. Just as I was beginning to feel a little bemused and somewhat redundant, I finally realised that she was panting for a reason.
‘Asthma!’ she wheezed in breathless panic. ‘Inhaler! Ambulance!’
I know I have been lazy for a while there, guess I am becoming old as they say about procrastination being a disease of old men… The episode above isn’t mine but oh my, boy would I have been glad if it were! It is an excerpt from Richard Branson’s autobiography “Losing my virginity”. At least I tried to read a little and that is good, no?
Well if you are an entrepreneur or you wish to be one this is one book that will tell a story of a man who passed through so many challenges to become one of the world’s prominent billionaires, I say prominent because he is not media shy and always finds time to give out advice to up and coming entrepreneurs on the entrepreneur magazine.
In the book Branson speaks about how the name virgin was arrived at, since they were new in the business world or rather “virgins” they decided, “Oh screw it, let’s do it!” and lose the Business virginity! How they used to run their first businesses of magazines and selling records from the basement of a house which also doubled as their living quarters.
Branson speaks about taking risky adventures like the balloon ride around the world as a way of increasing visibility to the virgin brand. His battle with British Airways tells of a relentless man keen on the success of his business and how the top dogs try to stifle the underdogs even through unethical means. He also speaks of betrayal by some of his trusted lieutenants and how he lets them off without losing his eye on the goal, but the way he finds out about these betrayals though he calls it lucky mistakes, makes me think he did spy on guys he suspected, that is my opinion though I could be wrong 😀.
Risk taking is something that was encouraged in his family (you hear that parents and would be parents?) and he seemed to have taken up the attitude quite early. There is this time his aunt bets him ten shillings that he couldn’t learn how to swim in a fortnight, they go to the sea and the poor lad proves to be a “a natural sinker” like some of us we know ourselves stop giving me that weird look his aunt tells him “there is always next year”. On their way back Branson asks his dad to stop by a river so that he can give it another go ten shillings can be such a motivator, maybe that is all we need to learn something new, swimming included and guess what? Yes you already have, he finally manages to stay afloat and earn himself that glorious ten shillings.
The book is an interesting read and should be able to capture your attention from page one to the last, if you get engrossed in a book and forget how many pages remain to the last, this 500 plus page book will sure keep you hooked.
Happy holidays and remember to spare some money for January 😉
On my reading list:
Go Big or Go Home ~ Wil Schroter
11Rules for Creating value in the #SocialEra ~ Nilofer Merchant
Fifty Shades of Grey ~ E L James
Memoirs of a Geisha ~ Arthur Golden
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