Today, I’m grateful for friends who send me links and book suggestions – making my life wonderful by these seemingly mundane acts.
Ife put me on to Nell Zink’s books. I read The Wallcreeper this week, and wow! Go find! He also introduced me to Zadie Smith’s essays recently. This one is about Joy. What it means, the other side of it, i.e., why it is just as painful.
Uche sends me wonderful gems such as The Coddling of the American Mind about the possible disasters of ‘hypersensitivity’ online and in Colleges. Then this gorgeous story that moved me so much about the author’s journey to becoming a writer/editor. I think that more people than not will relate with the story; in the words of Titilope Sonuga:
Somewhere there is a writer whose finger tips tap a calculator all day, and there are no stories left to tell at night. Somewhere there is an artist daydreaming about wet paint dripping down a cubicle wall. Somewhere there is a singer whose voice is hoarse from repeating fast food orders. Somewhere there is a dancer whose body moves with the rhythm of a mop across marble floor. We are all dreamers, and morning comes too soon.
It’s a subdued Saturday in Nigeria after news of the bomb blasts in the North have spread. These terrorists that seem to be growing in size all over the world are so worrying; so my first reading for you today is this article that makes an attempt to demystify what ISIS really wants.
There’s just so much good to read and although I always say that, it isn’t ever less true.