Hello, guys! I hope you’re marching on fairly well. (I couldn’t resist, forgive me.) It’s been another interesting month for me and here are some of the articles/stories/essays I’ve read that have made it so. Let us have a quick moment of contemplation for the insights, beauty, joy and humanity the internet brings to us.
Then let’s dive.
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 been forever since we did one of these, right? But because of how long ago it’s been, I might not remember all the good good I’ve read in that time, so forgive me?
Let’s get to it; these are the stories, articles, thingsss that I’ve red recently that made me think, laugh or cry.
– This account of Clemantine Wamariya’s life as a refugee; she and her sister fled the Rwanda genocide. Any attempt to qualify the effect this had on me would reduce it.
– This story by Louise Erdrich. The Flower is everything otherworldly and beautiful. Here’s a quote I adored:
That he called her Flower made her uneasy. Girls were not named for flowers, as flowers died so quickly. Girls were named for deathless things—forms of light, forms of clouds, shapes of stars, that which appears and disappears like an island on the horizon.
– Hotel Melancholia is a woman’s story of how hotel rooms came to be worlds of loneliness and despair. And this, from our people at Aeon attempts to explain how people are violent because of the moral codes they are bound to.
– Reading Comprehension is a story that made me laugh. If you’re up for it, do answer the comprehension questions that follow.
– Kov and I were drooling over these pictures of Michael and Kyle’s house. I dare you not to covet!
I’ve just finished Adewale Maja-Pearce’s The House My Father Built – it’s a lovely light read that Uche and I think would make a great sitcom. Check it out. Also, I’m presently going through Abigail Arunga’s book of poetry called Akello. I love her simple, mostly short poems about love and life and sexuality.
This is my favourite song right now:
I hope you like something! Enjoy.