Saturday 8 November 2014

Every "Ifem" has a "Ceiling"

I finished reading "Americanah" few days ago. It was a long read. Americanah left me with mixed feeling particularly with the ending,*Lolz* maybe because I began to dislike the lead character - Ifemelu. My dislike for her crept in half way into the book and even more at the end. She started of as a sweet and intelligent girl along the line ended up being a judgemental and selfish being. *sigh* She is truly an "Americanah", both strong and weak, both prickly and vulnerable. She is just different.This is honestly the first Nigerian love story i have ever read.
Though I ended the book not liking the turn out of events, its a suspense-filled page turner. It  shows the author's narrative, descriptive and captivating power to hold the attention of its readers keeping them interested and entertained as they read It also shows that one doesn't have to like the protagonist in a book to actually like the book. I love her style of writing.

Obiwon's "Obi Mu O" started and she sat still and silent as the words filled the car. This is that feeling that I've never felt… and I'm not gonna let it die. When the male and female voices sang in Igbo, Obinze sang along with them, glancing away from the road to look at her, as though he was telling her that this was really their conversation, he calling her beautiful, she calling him beautiful, both calling each other their true friends. Nwanyi oma, woke oma, omalicha nwa, ezigbo obi m o. 'Americanah' by Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche

That happened in chapter 52 of the book. Reading about two people-Nigerian like myself for that matter - in love and singing along to Bracket's "Yori Yori"  and Obiwon's "Obi Mu O" *smiles* what can i say "Soulmates".  It was written with such detail that activates the imagination and allows one relate to reality.
While I was reading I could actually feel the love there. After I finished with the book I immediately YouTubed Obiwon's "Obi Mu O" and also downloaded the audio version of the song and it has been on replay since then. What is it about this song o! I have always loved the song but it had been long since I heard it. Very lovely song. Igbos representing. Powerful lyrics. Strong beat. I was listening dance to it at work and my colleagues were also feeling the song with me too. Lolz.
It was a good story despite my "beef " with Ifemelu.         




Saturday 1 November 2014

The Reason Bread Doesn't Last...

Dear Peanut Butter, thank you for existing. if somebody tells you that you are putting too much peanut butter on your bread, Stop talking to them because you don't need that type of negativity in your life.



     Can't remember the age i fell in love with it as it has long been a guilty pleasure. The whites "ndi bekee"would call it peanut butter (creamy) and Igbos call it ose oji (chunky). I hate garden eggs but i love garden eggs with ose oji. Idon't really like bread but i love bread with peanut butter. You get the gist??
     I bought Skippy (a peanut butter brand) as a change from the regular butter we use at home. It was amazing the rate at which bread was consumed and also the rate at which the peanut butter jar was emptied. It was indulged in various ways we could think of - eaten with bread (toasted, spread in between the bread or spread on the outer part of the bread), biscuit, garden eggs etc. Sometimes i found myself scooping a spoonful of peanut butter straight out of the jar and licking it.
   The bread never passed a night in the house. Even when you didn't feel like eating bread because of Skippy you find yourself eating  bread. The day Skippy finished, the bread stayed days in the house without anybody touching it. My little sister went round asking everybody if they wouldn't eat bread and we all laughed.
I wonder if my fondness and near obsession for peanut butter is shared.

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