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Browsing the archives for the Fun category.
“May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, flatly baffled in the sun.”
– Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small things (1997)
“Excuse me, sir, but may I be of assistance? Ah, I see I’ve alarmed you. Do not be frightened by my beard: I am a lover of America. I noticed that you were looking for something; more than looking, in fact you seemed to be on a mission, and since I am both a native of this city and a speaker of your language, I thought I might offer you my services.”
– Mohsin Hamid’s The Reluctant Fundamentalist (2007)
“I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the suun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.”
– Karen Blixen’s Out of Africa (1937)
“The blow catches him from the right, sharp and surprising and painful, like a bolt of electricity, lifting him up off the bicycle. Relax! he tells himself as he flies through the air (flies through the air with the greatest of ease!), and indeed he can feel his limbs go obediently slack. Like a cat he tells himself: roll, then spring to your feet, ready for what comes next. The unusual word limber or limbre is on the horizon too.”
– J.M. Coetzee’s Slow Man ((2005)
These were taken in Ife on the 7th of July.
I remember feeling very inspired while watching the morning rehearsals of students of dance and theatre at the Faculty of Arts from afar while waiting for my other colleagues in nearby offices. The students were rehearsing for a performance, and there was an affecting charm in the energy they displayed while moving to the rhythm of the drum beats. So early in the morning, there they were grooving into the day’s dawning promise with all their spirit. It was charming.
I wrote a poem of the experience. I hope I can still find it.
After attending the Bookjam @ Silverbird event that had in attendance writers from many corners of the world and catching up with friends and colleagues, I was talked into a visit to the Lagos Bar Beach a few about a kilometre down the road from the Galleria. We had some fun moments riding horses, picking sea shells, writing names in the sand, catching up on old times and generally being silly at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean.
One of us the Punch journalist and author of the NLNG shortlisted novel Under the Brown Rusted Roofs. It’s the girl, although the other guy seems through these pictures to love her more than I do ;).
I attended the Bookjam at Silverbird event yesterday for the first time since it started. This was the sixth edition. In attendance was American based Nigerian author Unoma Azuah, author of Sky High Flames, Madeleine Thien author of Certainty, Helon Habila, Caine Prize-winning author of Measuring Time, and Tsitsi Dangarembga author of Nervous Conditions.
Here are some of the shots from there. The programme afforded me time to catch up with old friends and meet new ones too. Certainly a refreshing time.
Bookjam is an event that takes place at the Silverbird Lifestyle Bookstore every last Saturday of every month.