If you’ve been waiting to read how I accomplished reading those books in those number of days, sorry, now you’ll be
disappointed. I couldn’t get that task done. So many things were flooding my
schedules, and at most times, I regretted ever going on that adventure. It was
a holiday when all things academic were to be shoved off and spat upon. I’ve
had so much bookie stuff to deal with when the semester was on. Going on that
nerdy venture was just pure bane to relaxation. Now, I am starting to question
those that do reading for relaxation. As
for me, I really don’t find reading as such.
However, if we consider there are different
types of reading, one may agree that reading could also be used to unwind. I
have just never been a passive reader. I think I am a freak. You may not
understand. But when I tell you reading something as trivial as an sms could trigger
my intellect up, you may begin to see why.
You should now know I take reading a
little bit hard. At least, I now know why I don’t have a girlfriend. I am a boring
book lover. Ladies don’t fall in love with book lovers anymore. The last time
that happened was in the century without swaggerlicious nonsense. But the boring is now what you must put a quote
on. When I use boring, I mean it in
the restricted sense. At least, my thoughts on books are not dreary. You will
soon know why.
I was able to read even more than I
bargained for. Talk of the magic of the internet. And the experiences in sum
are what I wouldn't easily substitute for some best memories. It was also a holiday
for writing. Above all, I had my writing space back; away from the maze of campus frenzy. Sometimes, I do wonder, if, whoever invented Nigerian
education had me in mind. I simply repulse this system of education. I wouldn't call it that though; education. For education is the sustaining learning that fits into reality. The learning system obtainable here, on this
campus that I am back on now, is far away from that. I would only call it
education in the boring and uncreative sense of it. At many times during
lectures, I would wonder at the relevance of what was being taught outside the
campus border. They call it education. I call this a necessary process of
belonging to a blurry educated class of citizens. Most of the things taught in our Universities do not speak
reality. I can confidently say that because I am becoming a victim. But I will
survive.
You must know the reasons why I set out on
that reading adventure. I said I would write reviews on them. More than the 7
books I planned reading within 21 days, I read 10, but not within the limit of
the set out 21 days. The days clearly caught up with me. I read more though and
that paid off. That taught me a new life lesson: that flexibility works better;
that schedules could be creatively broken for better additions; that what
matters is the interest and not really the strength the task demands. I have
done some reviews and writings. Some of which I have received burning coals, a
prize and some commendations for. This is why I love reading, even if no
beautiful lady may fall for that; reading is my rewarding travel and the fulfilling
journey that is life. You encounter all sorts reading. I have once taken a
pretty lady out on a date in books. Now, don’t laugh me for that! Lol.
Get hooked with my review of Iduma’s Farad here. I read
Chuma’s The
Ghost of Sani Abacha, I had some disinterests about it and I made
them known here
(but some didn’t like it though. Catch the yabis and yelling here). Abubakar’s The
Whispering Trees is one promising books with its weakness, I did
the review first here.
I found Doreen’s Tropical
Fish more of a hard kick
on Idi Amin. I didn't like that. There are so much fury in that book for its
pages to carry. I pointed
that out too. And there is Richard’s City
of Memories. I liked the book but my concerns on it were not hidden.
Find that out too here.
There are still some to come. There are Eghosa’s Fine Boys and Unoma’s Edible Bones. Those are upcoming
reviews I would be posting on CLR soon.
Yepa! Now I’ve got to finish that
assignment. School palaver!!! Save me!!!
SOS something for me joor.
