Buchi Emecheta’s Legacy: Women are not Second-class citizens – David Adeleke

I read alot of her books as a teenager, and was very sad to hear that she had passed away at the end of January 2017. This year I plan to read her books again. This post gives a great insight into the author and her work.

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buchi-emechetaI was in SS2 when I first read Buchi Emecheta’s The Joys of Motherhood. Like most of my classmates, I was only concerned about doing well in the Literature tests and exams. All that talk about Nnu Ego and motherhood meant very little to me and so I didn’t understand most of what I was reading. Or maybe I understood but the weight of the subject matter hadn’t dawned on me yet. Many years later, it has become impossible for me to ignore the burden and pain that women go through every day – now when I read The Joys of Motherhood, it is enough to weigh me down. Emecheta did not pluck Nnu Ego’s story of suffering, sorrow and eventual loneliness out of thin air; it is a complex and authentic illustration of what many mothers in Nigeria and Africa go through every day.

On Wednesday, January 25…

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Reblog: Wise words from a distant past…

Great post to reflect upon…

The girl in the bubble

It is lunchtime and I am trying to stay well, but my encroaching viral illness is threatening to overwhelm me. My head is a fog and I cannot concentrate. I was munching on my homemade cheese and ham sandwich when I found this draft post. I have obsiovuously cut and pasted this from somewhere but I am not sure where from or why I thought it necessary to have on my blog at the time.

Thought I would post it anyway as they were helpful words.

Allow yourself the uncomfortable luxury of changing your mind. Cultivate that capacity for “negative capability.” We live in a culture where one of the greatest social disgraces is not having an opinion, so we often form our “opinions” based on superficial impressions or the borrowed ideas of others, without investing the time and thought that cultivating true conviction necessitates. We then go around asserting…

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Writing 201 Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

A recent road trip brought me back here….

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Driving Along the edge

Morning meditation, open road revelation.

As close to the edge as your vehicle allows

as the sea view below wows.

The sunrise a few hours earlier has cast its net for the day

capturing my optimism and imagination.

The space between me, the edge and the sea seems to

demand an appearance,

a morning welcome or roar.

Poseiden perhaps?

or something, someone similar.

Soothing sea,

I clearly see the beauty in the natural elements of

this mornings north eastern coastal view.

Driving on blues skies and open sea continue up ahead.

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Guy Garvey’s Meltdown Festival: Day 3 — Southbank Centre

Last night Nigerian legend Femi Kuti brought his Afrobeat party to the Southbank. Ella Wilks-Harper was on hand to check it out. Femi Kuti left no audience member seated as everyone found themselves on their feet, dancing to Kuti’s contagious Afrobeat. As the son of Fela Kuti, pioneer of the genre, came on stage, a buzz of […]

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I really enjoyed reading this review  by Ella Wilks-Harper it brought back memories of watching the band a few years a go at the former Arches venue in Glasgow.  My favourite line is “Femi Kuti left no audience member seated as everyone found themselves on their feet, dancing ……”. I took a few pictures on the night and this is one of my favorites, blur.

Obit: Mohammed Ali, we, & generations yet unborn, will always remember you – Tola Adenle — emotanafricana.com

In an iconic pose over “ugly bear” Liston after he sent him crashing down as he had eloquently predicted. By the way, Ali saw – no, merely taunted for entertainment – just about all his big opponents as “ugly”: Sonny Liston, Frazier, Foreman … all unworthy of victories against him because they were […]

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