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You open the doors of wonder to lands and near and far. You inspire ideas local and global. You instilled life values and skills and prepared me for challenges. You gave me what I need to seek further knowledge on my own.
I remember the conversations, the times you cared about my well-being, doing your best to protect me. To every teacher who goes over and beyond for their students, you leave indelible memories. To all teachers who show up in spite of war, pandemics and barriers, I hope that your contributions are appreciated more. In every space, I find teachers ready to propel me towards greatness, pushing through as I rise above difficulties and helping me pass this on to others.
To the teachers of my best subject. It was fun applying mathematical concepts to real life. All of the quizzes and intercollegiate competitions were among the best experiences of my life. You helped me be the best and I still find your foundation a solid place to stand on today.
I drink a glass of water and hear my physics teachers talking about refraction. I see flowers and am taken back to those afternoons learning pollination and the Venus flytrap image in Modern Biology. I see my kitchen as a big chemistry laboratory and marvel at all of the reactions going on at the same time in the universe.
I still remember Mrs Obe reciting these lines in poetry class: He that is down needs fear no fall•He that is low no pride•He that is humble ever shall, have God to be his guide. || I am content with what I have•Little be it or much•And Lord contentment shall I crave• Because thou savest such” (John Bunyan). All of my English teachers built me to be the IELTS coach I am today.
Thank you to my Islamic Religious Studies teacher for telling us the story of the Treaty of Hudaybiyyah, meaning of Surahs which I still remember today, story of the Prophets and the Caliphs.
I learnt about Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, Salawa Abeni, Mozart, Johann Sebastian Bach and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from my music teachers. Learnt how to make recipes, soap, household cleaning products, embroidery and fashion design from my home economics teachers.
Budgeting, market forces , law of diminishing returns etc were beautiful concepts to absorb thanks to my economics teachers. My geography teacher gave me National Geographic issues to read and we will spend break time talking all about them. He could go and on about climate, forests, oceans, rocks, anthropology. It is no wonder it became one of my favourite.
Quiz and debate teachers taught me how to handle competition and imbibe the spirit of sportsmanship. PE teachers brought the history of the Olympics alive and made me understand the intricacies of football as a sport.
To all who taught me the Quran, supported me in reciting, memorizing, learning Arabic , helped me understand my faith and serve humanity. To my aunts and uncles for teaching me to love reading, for giving me an upper hand in the science and arts, helping me ace school assignments and believing I could conquer the world.
To my father for teaching me about faith, politics, finance, the corporate world, how official things worked, strategy, overcoming challenges, philanthropy, leadership, service, integrity, agriculture, cars, security, focus and discipline.
Most of all, my dear mother, who set me on the path to being a multilingual by teaching me French as my third language, for the nights spent by the lantern teaching me how to put àmí ohùn as I was having challenges in Yoruba class. For making sure I aced English and Literature with ease. For exemplifying kindness, faith, dignity, hardwork, diligence, self-confidence, beauty and being an exceptionally amazing woman. For teaching me psychology, early child development and all of the wealth of knowledge possible for any human to pour into another.
Quote: “At last the time had come to be glad when a girl was born” thought Ko Chin
The book is set in China in the late 19th century. It opens with the ill-treatment meted out to two Chinese girls as compared to their brother. This discrimination is upheld by most men and their mothers. Expressed as cultural, desirability and beauty ideals, practices like feet binding caused the girls pain and made them unable to walk long distances; leaving them with foot deformation. Only a few of them were lucky to be educated as most fathers considered it a waste, or worse, a travesty.
Brides, uneducated, were bundled often with little idea of who their husbands were into vehicles and delivered to his family’s house like a parcel. Thus, her family was relieved of a burden. Her job was to serve his family, suffer more ill-treatment and bear him sons. If this is her experience, she is lucky to not have been sold to a family who will treat her as a slave in all of the terrible ways a girl could fear. Her only escape then would be suicide.
Her destiny is left at the mercy of the few kind men available. Our protagonist Ko Chin was rescued from being sold into slavery by a kind man who tells her the alien command that she is to choose rather than obey. He encourages her to share her opinions and values her advice. She is then able to discuss with him and his friends on topics once thought to be for men only. Like society, politics and government. In his courts, she proclaims the problem with their society being that boys are treated like royalty and not trained for resilience. Hence the weak response to colonialist threats evident in their soldiers.
The unfair attention women gave to their sons is explained by the fact that husbands showered affection on other women but sons adored their mothers. On the other hand, daughters were considered an hindrance by their own mothers.
The fact that all of this occurred less than 150 years ago puts it in a sordid perspective and makes you realize how far the rights of women in China has changed. It is hinted that they may have had better rights in the distant past but these ebbed over time due to selfish political, colonial and religious interests.
The agitation for better treatment was kicked back to life in this book by the influence of foreigners, new politics, new religionand a yearning to be a scientifically advanced nation.
Ko Chin’s husband and saviour, Huan Lao, is a the revolutionary who slowly helps her break the physical and emotional chains she is bound by.
The stifling old ways however, have been so ingrained that it is difficult to adapt to his new ideas for women’s emancipation. On the other hand, she finds that freedom is not totally a bed of roses.
Bravely, she learns from her husband, tutors a member of the Royal Court and eventually becomes a trusted adviser for the revolutionary movement. In spite of all this, she is locked in the frustration of trying to have a son for a husband who places revolution ahead of intimacy.
In detailing the lives of the characters, Grant carries us through the experiences of women of that time as they navigate public life and private things like religious rituals, the home, sex, miscarriages and contraception.
The city suffers massacres but our characters narrowly escape and benefit from the cocoon of privilege, proximity to power and pure chance. They come in close contact with white foreigners we also see that colonized people express aspects of racism in their resistance of the oppression of the outsiders.
With her newfound position, she is able to save her sister from a marriage that would likely have killed her. The ruling dynasty is finally forced to succumb to the new order and Ko Chin finally gives birth to a daughter. Both events symbolize a new dawn in China that this girl would have a better future.
It was a revealing read that provided many details into the life and times of women in that period in history. Many aspects of it mirror the experience elsewhere and encourage us to question systems that hold some of us back.
I am grateful to my friend T, who gave me this book as a gift.
From the title, it is evident that this is a collection of immigrant stories. The entire work traverses the varied experiences of black people in the diaspora. For the most part, the setting of their new abode is England. Most of them were written from a male viewpoint while the inner workings of a female mind can be strongly felt in the remaining. The age range of the characters is diverse. We find people at the end of their careers and young children analyzing their immediate environment in that intelligent yet innocent tone peculiar to them. In capturing all demographics, the author delivers a well rounded view of life as a foreigner. The common background however, appears to be South West Nigeria as heavy Yoruba presence is seen in the names, customs and memories.
In one story, a diplomat mother grapples with the cold austere winter in Japan while raising two young children. The author goes ahead to illustrate the myriad forms of life immigrants lead as medics, musicians or tourists. This rich diversity is united by one single pervading theme – the struggle of integration and acceptance in a foreign land.
People are grateful to leave poverty and a lack of opportunities behind but beyond missing the familiarity of home, they do not find it so easy to earn and save in a new land.
Navigating life outside one’s home isn’t as rosy as it appears. I found this crucial because it is still a common view in many parts of Nigeria that going abroad is the solution to any and every problem. People are grateful to leave poverty and a lack of opportunities behind but beyond missing the familiarity of home, they do not find it so easy to earn and save in a new land.
For starters, tax is more heavily enforced than in their home country. Some lose themselves in the new culture and end up in a suspended state when they disconnect with home and are still not fully accepted in the host country. This affects their state of mind, leaving them sad, lonely and distrusting of both citizens of their adopted home and rather ironically, fresh immigrants.
Everyone is thinking mostly about adjusting to the new climate, food and culture while battling old demons. There were some shocking stories in this book. Afolabi was not afraid to take us to the inner recesses of the minds of some of the characters. With a kind of abstractness running through this work, the core narrative was in the thoughts and not in dialogue. The whole book appears to lead nowhere but the careful tapestry lies just beneath the surface. You need some level of focus to get through this as it isn’t a light read. Perhaps it is just as well that it was written as a collection since the many breaks ease the weight of what was plaintive in many places.
Rain in Lagos is a leveller. It has the power to upset your plans and make you want to cancel the whole day. But we can’t let the weather stop us. We get up, pack our books, laptops and other stuff in waterproof lining, get a sturdy umbrella, strong shoes and match on to face a new day.
This Keke was empty and I loved the upholstery (some Lagos kekes are masterpieces of decoration.) I couldn’t resist a picture with my companion for weeks now. I knew it would fit her perfectly and frankly doing this made the gloomy morning a lot brighter. Would you believe it was raining just outside? Gratefully, the breeze did not carry this darling away.
How do you handle the stress of your morning rush?
Cycling engages the different muscle groups, keeping you active, strong and mentally healthy.. It reduces cost of transportation.. And by cutting back on fossil fuels spent on short distances, it helps protect the environment.
Try it for short trips to school, nearby work, to get groceries etc. Bicycle lanes by city councils will help encourage this too. Let’s end our dependence on cars for everything.
Four years ago, when I newly discovered this amazing community Bookstagram, I took a series of pictures and only posted a few. For many reasons, some straightforward, others weird, they laid deep in an onion ring of folders.
Many post-its later, fast forward to a few minutes ago, I faced the digging I’d been postponing and would be sharing them.
A lot has happened since then, my presence here has evolved and I have learnt quite a lot.
This community has grown in delightful ways and many of those whose pictures inspired me then have gone on to become award-winning book influencers.
I wasn’t called a nerd derisively here, I could just be me. I didn’t have to field ‘All these books you are reading sef, is a waste of energy when you will end up in a man’s kitchen’ type of comments
These three are part of a series of medical thrillers by Ted’s Gerritsen. I loved them! I was dreaming of becoming a physician and I had a love for literature some told me was incompatible with medicine. Thus, finding a New York Times bestselling author who was a doctor too was exhilarating in so many ways. Of course I used to enjoy Michael Crichton and Robin Cook but they were not female like me so it wasn’t as perfect as Tess. Representation matters.
My early days were thrilling. A community within Instagram where what I loved to do was shared by so many around the world! I remember the joy of having my photos liked by someone in Brazil whose page was all in Portuguese. Thousands of miles apart in distance yet bonded by our love for books.
I wasn’t called a nerd derisively here, I could just be me. I didn’t have to field ‘All these books you are reading sef, is a waste of energy when you will end up in a man’s kitchen’ type of comments. Not like these comments dented my spirit in anyway but it was exhausting having to put these ‘educated’ people in their place.
@aeesha__t, @bookminimalist @thatothernigeriangirl, @theguywiththebook, his sister @sumaiyya.books, their friends @pardonmywritings @ilhamreads and @i.reads and @alliyah.riaz all shaped my early experience. Many of them still do today. I was a silent observer of their discussions, their reviews, book shopping trips, and Lord, was there some drama! I’m happy to see they have all undergone remarkable growth. Thank you all for making Instagram pop for me.
When did you join Bookstagram?
What were your early days like?