#2016Books Update 9

I finished Julia Alvarez’s book last week. It was a fantastic ride and a reminder about the cost of freedom.

On Tuesday, as I waited to conduct an interview that didn’t happen, I read The Lavender Hour. It was a moving story of death and love and  I was done in a day. I wrote about my thoughts last week.

Over the weekend, I started on Pankaj Mishra’s The Romantics. I’m only 2 chapters in but I think I’ll enjoy it greatly. It received high praise from book critics and seems like an interesting look at India.

Akello: I’m going through it slowly, taking in a poem a day. When I’m done, I’ll share my thoughts here and on Goodreads (which I should update).

Keep reading!


Dead phones & numbness

One of the challenges of daily writing is what to write. Sometimes one wants to just skip a day but I gave my word, so…

My phone died today morning. Ergo I am sans WhatsApp and all the other things that come with phones (calls & texts, per example). I am available on social media and email, though, but responses will not be swift.

My sister-friend wrote a post about depression that was so apt, one must read it. Find it here.

ION Freelancing Joblessness and questions of self-worth are such happy bedfellows. That and this: I should learn how to code. It seems to my broke self that everything with code is valued at a premium. What I wouldn’t do for that.

On the grind

Found a little quaint cafe on Riara Road called On The Grind. This is not a restaurant review; just a little note to encourage you to check it out. It’s chill and the service is good. :):):)

Musical weekend!

My friend Andrew Tumbo has put together an amazing production at Braeburn Theatre this weekend. I love musicals and I’m excited to watch it with the world’s biggest musical fan: Priyanka.

Come if you can, it’s Sarafina, after all. 🙂

Death and the living

I just finished a fast, gripping, disturbingly good book. It presented death with so much compassion and love that it compelled me to think about these things.

I was recently listening to a podcast episode where an African American Bishop was speaking about her ministry with people in their last days and the challenges – and opportunities – she encounters in her work. This book, The Lavender Hour brought the episode to mind. It’s such a hard thing to discuss, death. Vital, too.

Less heavily, streak \o/ \o/ \o/

#2016Books Update 8

Poetry is still a hard read for me. Not so much HARD as difficult to go through. Combined with a poetry chain in my inbox, it’s been a poetry-filled week. Related: If you know where I can get Kwesi Brew’s poetry, please email me or tell me in the comments section. A poem of his I loved as a child, I think it was called The Flower and the Fragrance, has been eating at me. I can’t seem to find it online and that poetry challenge is making it hard to go away.

Almost 100 words to say I haven’t finished Akello yet even though I embarked on Julia Alvarez’ In the Time of the Butterflies during that time. It starts slow but it’s picked up and I’m thoroughly enjoying it now that I’ve got to the heart of it. It helps that reading is grouped under self care for me and I have found that putting books aside (Alvarez is a case in point) gives me a chance to see it with fresh eyes.

I foresee that the books I’ve started will be finished this week; and more started. Goodreads has nothing on me and yes, I should start reading in Spanish.

Keep reading!







Looking for Love

No, this isn’t a Valentine’s post that I forgot to publish. Just a little note after listening to this BBC documentary and realising how the search for love, sex, companionship is such an interesting thing. Fraught with danger, even.

I’ve been thinking a lot of those notes one finds online about how much people don’t seem to value non-romantic love and this podcast episode about the anxiety that revolves round finding The One is emblematic of it all.

That’s it; I’ve been thinking. And I’ll leave you with Mei Fong talking about the one child policy in China and its effects. (Because first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby…)