Name: Our Sister Killjoy
Rating: 4.375 (4 reviews)
ISBN: 9780582308459

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

Stas

Besides, when hope dies, what else lives? 

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. 

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:

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?

Shelby Doherty

Special meals are for men. They are the only sex to whom the Maker gave a mouth with which to enjoy eating

'My name? My name is Sissie. But they used to call me Mary too. In school.'

'Mary... Mary... Mary. Did you say in school they call you Mary?'

'But that is a German name!' said Marija.

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

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