This one did a number on me.

I’m in that stage in life where it is socially acceptable to not know many things. I don’t know if I want to have children. I don’t know if I want to get married. I don’t know where I want to live or what I want to do. Heck, I don’t even know what I want to eat tomorrow. But like the characters in this book, there comes a time when you know the answers to these questions and sometimes the knowing brings pain.

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A Mind Decolonized

Part 1: Bi Anyisi…

If this book is considered to be a literary bible, I have a confession to make to whoever considers themselves a literary priest: the tongue of my mothers rolls more strangely out of me than that of my colonizer.

I am afraid that if this revolution is to happen, I will have no language to write in.

Part 2: To…

This book is those books you have on your to-read list. And if you consider yourself a seeker of wokeness , some time during your journey, you’ll hopefully get to read it. In my case, it called me on the shelf of one of my woman-friends. It demanded to be read by me and so I read it. (Well a semester later but who cares?)

This is those books that lie on your desks demanding to be read. And if you heed its call be prepared to reread and restart because the message is piercing but just like the Bible, sometimes, you are leading yourself into slumber-temptation in the name of dim lights, slow music and a glass of wine. Okay,maybe not the last but still, be warned!

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