We’re six weeks into 2017 and the training wheels are officially off! Mostly, I’m just glad that people have stopped chiming “Compliments of the season” (or it’s more sinister abbreviation, “Compliments”) to me. It’s a useless, empty phrase that’s endemic to this southern part of the African continent (read: JUST STOP SAYING IT ALREADY!!!).
“The family is like the forest: If you are outside it is dense; if you are inside you see that each tree has its own position” My personal reading choices when it comes to non-fiction veer off in two rather opposing spectrums. On one swing of the pendulum you will find my deep appreciation for the fantastical and magical, which is anchored within the realm of wild possibility. On the opposite swing of the pendulum, my reading subject matter choice is anchored in stark, bleak reality relating to African identity and history, especially addressing colonisation and slavery. Most African and Black History remains untold, one-sided and/or incomplete and that’s why I appreciate authors like Yaa Gyasi, who take on the daunting task of bringing “our” stories (with their colourful, painful histories) to life through fresh, informative narratives.