Chimamanda you was behind it all. You are always behind it all.
Below is something I wrote one night for a special someone (not my Chimamanda), at some time past midnight probably, the light from laptop screen burning my eyes but my fingers feeling like electricity - this meant that I had to write this, couldn't have slept if I didn't.
So anyway, this is a little something for you mon amour. Nothing more or less.
Accept.
If my love was water filled in a bucket,
It would be tipping on each side, spilling over the edges of the bucket.
Drops of it going on the floor, unable to stay still and not leave the bucket.
My love overflows. But the bucket never gets empty.
It always stays full.
Monday 30 November 2009
Friday 13 November 2009
Feeling Inspirational Chimamanda's words...
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a legend. At this moment releasing her to you hairy punters feels hard. Very very hard. I am reluctant to tell you about her..and just what a huge inspiration she is to me as an aspiring writer. But fuck it. I sit here with red eyes (half shut by the way, giving the screen a dull look that reads 'hmmm...do I trust you?') and some Haribos on the left hand side of my lap (which I will stop eating because I feel quite sick right now) and now at this very second, I have no intentions of going against my initial intentions (I know, I know, I repeated intentions two times..)..!
I've already spoken about her in my blog before but it was so brief; I posted a few pictures of her however and if you just look a little further down, you'll see a picture of a black woman with braids and a bright intellectual (did I spell that right?) smile.
So Chimamanda grew up in a town far, far away called Nsukka, in southeast Nigeria to a father who was a professor of statistics and a mother who worked as a University registrar. She's come to write two dope novels which I've read like 5 times in total: Purple Hisbiscus (2006), and Half of a Yellow Sun (2007).
For me Adichie is that like Idol you beg to think like, write like..you beg to sort of drink in her words, digest them and then in return let your words pour out on paper. Reading her books feel like a novelty because it's not very often you find an author who can move you, is completly fearless and can write beautifully, yet so simplistically. Her characters are so real, and so vivid that it's rather scary; you find yourself feeling attached to them (which I did in Half of a Yellow Sun with Kainene especially) that by the end of the story, you feel sad; a deep loss that tightens your chest because you've just realised that you'll never hear of them or from them again (at this point I always hate myself for reading the book too fast).
And - and - you always learn with Chimamanda too, like in Half of a Yellow Sun. It was about the Biafran war, and the fight and struggle during the Civil war in Nigeria- who can say they know anything about the Biafran war? About how it could be compared to the genocide in Rwanda, the Holocaust.. ? Of course this opens a bag of worms and a big debate..but let that be.
I think i'll leave it at that for now; I've said too bloody much I think.
Chimamanda recently released her third book in April, titled The Thing Around Your Neck which consists of a collection of beautiful short stories. READ IT!! Read all of her books..
So (please ignore the above threat - at the time it felt like the right thing to do) if you want to check her out, her website is: www.l3.ulg.ac.be/adichie/
ENJOY <3
I've already spoken about her in my blog before but it was so brief; I posted a few pictures of her however and if you just look a little further down, you'll see a picture of a black woman with braids and a bright intellectual (did I spell that right?) smile.
So Chimamanda grew up in a town far, far away called Nsukka, in southeast Nigeria to a father who was a professor of statistics and a mother who worked as a University registrar. She's come to write two dope novels which I've read like 5 times in total: Purple Hisbiscus (2006), and Half of a Yellow Sun (2007).
For me Adichie is that like Idol you beg to think like, write like..you beg to sort of drink in her words, digest them and then in return let your words pour out on paper. Reading her books feel like a novelty because it's not very often you find an author who can move you, is completly fearless and can write beautifully, yet so simplistically. Her characters are so real, and so vivid that it's rather scary; you find yourself feeling attached to them (which I did in Half of a Yellow Sun with Kainene especially) that by the end of the story, you feel sad; a deep loss that tightens your chest because you've just realised that you'll never hear of them or from them again (at this point I always hate myself for reading the book too fast).
And - and - you always learn with Chimamanda too, like in Half of a Yellow Sun. It was about the Biafran war, and the fight and struggle during the Civil war in Nigeria- who can say they know anything about the Biafran war? About how it could be compared to the genocide in Rwanda, the Holocaust.. ? Of course this opens a bag of worms and a big debate..but let that be.
I think i'll leave it at that for now; I've said too bloody much I think.
Chimamanda recently released her third book in April, titled The Thing Around Your Neck which consists of a collection of beautiful short stories. READ IT!! Read all of her books..
So (please ignore the above threat - at the time it felt like the right thing to do) if you want to check her out, her website is: www.l3.ulg.ac.be/adichie/
ENJOY <3
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