Words fail me..sometimes.
I love to read, to lose myself in stories, the different ways people see the world. Writers are one of the amazing people in the world to me, the way they can access their imagination and paint it in words for others to see and marvel. Words are their tools and the way they use them have always impressed me, i have always envied the way they manipulate them to convey the message so you can feel the meaning of the words not just understand them.
For instance in Chimamanda's Purple Hibisicus Kambili speaks of Father Amadi's eyes caressing her and in Lola Shoneyin's Secret Lives of Baba Segi's wives, Baba Segi's eyes lick Bolanle's unpainted nails, face and so on. I find it so interesting how much feeling this description evokes in me and I have always wanted to be able to describe or narrate in such a way that you don't give what happened but at the same time give the feeling the actions described evoke but sadly, words do not co-operate with me..
oh another favourite from the secret lives, "Iya Femi picked me up with her eyes and threw me to the floor" What! I love how she put it and i can see it so clearly in my head !lol
I worry that this stems from my resistance to tap into my innermost feelings and so I can never be fully honest. oh well
With practice and luck one day I may just be able to
Probably worth mentioning: the books mentioned here are amazing reads and some of my favourite nigerian books especially 'cause of the simple way they tell such deep stories
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