Ama Ata Aidoo

"First published by 1977. First published as Longman African classic 1988"--T.p. verso.

Or, Reflections from a Black-eyed Squint

Our Sister Killjoy

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But how can I help being serious? Eh, My Love, what positive is there to be, when I cannot give voice to my soul and still have her heard? Since so far, I have only been able to use a language that enslaved me, and therefore, the messengers of my mind always come shackled?

Anyhow, there were real fruit trees in the garden. Sissie asked Marija to walk around with her while she tried to identify apples, pears, plums, with her mind thrown back to textbook illustrations at home:

It was in the front section of the plane, and by two other seats already occupied by some two Europeans she later learnt were South Africans. 

Besides, when hope dies, what else lives? 

Our Sister Killjoy Or, Reflections from a Black-eyed Squint

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