Intruders

Happy Sundays Everyone!

What a stressful week! But it’s over and it came with its rewards! I hope yours had some colour in it too🙂 Anyway, let’s get to the day’s topic!

It’s official: I am in love with South African literature❤ I especially love, Mohale Mashigo. I wrote about her debut novel, The Yearning almost a year ago. Come to think of it, I didn’t do that post justice! I adored the novel so much that I gave my copy away to a colleague I met- Bittersweet because I want to revisit that story, but I digress! Mashigo recently released a collection of short stories titled Intruders.

I seldom read more than one novel by any author, but Mashigo has stolen my heart! Her writing is alluring, her stories intriguing and her characters, all people I’d like to call my friends.

In this particular collection, she introduces the reader to a genre of literature called Afrofuturism. She, however expresses a need to tell stories that lie somewhere between a dystopian and a utopian future Africa. She explains it much more eloquently in her notes before delving into these different worlds where everything is familiar in its South African contexts but with completely different, sometimes supernatural and sometimes strange features.

That’s how she has me hanging on her every word in every story of this collection of short stories! I found myself eagerly turning the page and the next story in anticipation for how each tale will unfold all the while dreading (because short stories always tend to be too short) the end which comes all too quickly!

In a nutshell! I’m loving this novel! I’m not done yet, bu I look forward to the rest of it! Find it and give it a try!

Well, that’s all I had to share today! I’m praying for a warrior mentality this week! I hope you too resolve to reach your goals and not to surrender!

Thanks for popping in and have an awesome week, my friendlies😘

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Future Reads

Happy Hump day!

I trust you have had a good week so far! I don’t know about you but Wednesdays are usually the toughest days for me to get through! I don’t know how people run at full speed Monday to Friday! We should exchange notes on how to keep the energy up all week🤔… Sunday, let’s talk about this on Sunday, ok? because tonight, I want talk about something else…

I’ve come to love South African literature. We have so many amazing stories to tell and I’m here to read as many of them as possible! I started a new moment on Twitter sporting some of the novels I plan to get my hands on in the near future. Check out the link below👇

Oooor, Just follow me on Twitter, silly! I’m over there all the time and that list is going to grow! The handle is @nolo_yiso

Don’t worry about Hump Day. It gets easier from tomorrow onwards🙂 Unless you’re my work bestie, Jacqui! Thursday’s her Hump Day, lol

Good night erbody!

The Boon Book Club

Happy Saturday, my Weirdos!

I don’t know if I’ve told you, but I’m part of thee coolest bookclub on Twitter -humble brag: we trended one time!

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Just a heads up; this Sunday (Yes, tomorrow!!!) between 16:00 and 18:00, we’re gonna be at it again discussing our latest read! You can search #theboonbookclub to see what everyone has to say and you can participate if you’ve read the novel yourself.

I’ll share some of my favourite tweets with you on Sunday night in case you miss it, ok?!

Have a fabulous day!

The Yearning

Most English teachers will tell you how difficult it is to read for pleasure. Literature is work, something we read to find deeper meaning and even simpler ways to convey that which we encounter.

How refreshing it is to find a novel that engrosses you; a truly engaging, beautiful and authentically South African story. Every page was worth the read and it was bittersweet to put it down at the end.

Coconut

Sigh… The only thing I can stifle out of me as I read the closing lines of this novel. Is that it? Is this all it boils down to? No matter which side of the track we are born and raised on, will the black child forever be disatisfied with being black? Will white always be a disposition we strive for? Will their soft hair and pale skin and their twang always be better?Surely, we have evolved! Surely we love ourselves just a little bit…

Matlwa paints a very bleek picture of the African child. I’m disappointed…

The Art of Losing

I finished this novel this morning. When you lose someone you love, you do everything you can to stay close to them. You keep their things and try to remember the last time you saw them and the last thing they said to you. You try to change the narrative because that makes their memory sweeter. This novel gave me heavy boots for days…

In the end,  time is the only thing that heals and the art of losing is, in fact,hard to master… This novel is a must read!