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Welcome to the 2020 APRIL A to Z Challenge
if you would like to know more about the A to Z Challenge, founded 11 years ago by Arlee Bird at Tossing Out, read here
for my theme revealed , go here
On Wordpress, read here
The letter Q will be devoted to Questions from my readers. So you can start asking your questions about my Novel in Progress in the comment box, every day until Q. I will compile the list and answer them individually on the 20th April.
Quote of the Day : from the imagined notes of Keats's while reading the Obiter Dicta by the fictitious character Pursewarden in Lawrence Durrell 's Alexandria Quartet, read here
for plot, characters and style.
" Nessim hasn't got the resources we Anglo-Saxons have; all our women are nurses at heart. In order to secure the lifelong devotion of an Anglo-Saxon woman, one has only to get one's legs cut off above the waist. I've always thought Lady Chatterley weak in symbolism from this point of view. Nothing should have earned the devotion of his wife more surely than Clifford's illness. Anglo-Saxons may not be interested in love like other Europeans but they get just as ill. Characteristically, it is to his English Kate that Lafarge cries out: ' Une Garde-Malade pour l'amour de l'Art! ' He detected the nurse.
a carer for the love of Art.
This Fifth extract from my novel in progress will appear at the beginning too most likely, following-up closely on the D extract of yesterday.
Sorry Sonia, F will not be for the Funeral, I'll explain why tomorrow.
Brief synopsis of plot and characters :
Mathilda, my first main character, is American and lives in New York City. She is a student at NYU where she is preparing a thesis on the origins and developments of African American Music. She is a first person narrator. Her timeframe is 2005 and later.
Bartolomé, my second main character, is Cameroonian and lives in Yaoundé. He is a professor of Mathematics at the University there. I will be using a third-person omniscient narrator for this character but from his Point of View. His timeframe is the early '90's and later.
E is for Epiphany
The funeral had been over for a week already but Bartolomé couldn't bring himself to buy his train ticket to get back to Yaoundé. Not yet, at least. He felt so comfortable with Tontons Nongo, Mulah and Tata Muele; his cousins and their children, Abdul, Jeremie, Malika, Constance and baby Rachida. Life in the North was so different from the capital. He had forgotten just how much. Maybe it was the encroaching desert, reminding one everyday of how much life was precious. Or the preserved villages where time seemed to slow down and some days to even stop, trapping slices of life as if in amber, far from modern considerations.
This morning, he was sitting cross-legged in his old tunic, drinking coffee with his family, peacefully in what seemed like the first time in ages, simply enjoying the moment.
" Did you hear Barto ? The lioness is back. Lassa saw her prowling by the walls in Vomà two days ago when he was up in the night consulting with the stars, " said Mulah.
" And Yusef noticed her paw marks around the case à palabres in the morning, " added Nongo.
" No goat was taken though, she wasn't hungry. But it's not good. It means that the pride is seeking new ground outside of WAZA. "
" Their numbers must be up. The Préfet has to deliver a few gaming permits to the tourists to keep the situation in check."
" I'll talk to Grand-père Issam about it. He'll know what to do, who to speak to, who to write to about it. The Instit. will help him, " suggested Nongo.
Bartolomé listened to the conversation about the familiar problem at hand, sinking into the images and ancestral traditions which the situation evoked.
As if reading Barto's mind, Nongo added,
" Maybe we shouldn't say anything yet. Where there's a lion, there's a pride. For some of the young boys of the village who are coming of age, this is an opportunity to organise a passage of rites."
" Yes, you're right Nongo. Forget about the Préfet. Let's go and pay a visit to the elders of Vomà, this evening. "
Bartolomé would not be travelling back home anytime soon, now. He'd ask one of the post-graduate students to cover his classes for him until further notice.
to be continued .... on L for Lion.
The Songs I listened to while in Africa, on my walkman-K7-cassette, in 1988 (other than African groups).
Etienne Daho, Week-end à Rome, Album La Notte, la Notte, 1984 , Live 1992, listen here
David Bowie, The Man who sold the World, (sound familiar ?), Live in 1979 with Klaus Nomi, here
Live at the Beeb in London, 2000, here
and performed by Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, Live, here
My Photos on my trip to North Cameroon, Dec.'88/ Jan.'89 continued.
Case Obus in village near Lake Chad; and the Dent de Mindif.
Fishing from the Logone Canal; Dent de Mindif protruding from plateau, seen from afar.
On the Road to WAZA National Park.
Middle photo : lost in the savanna. We saw lion paw marks in the dirt.
WAZA National Park
Village Kirdi, on Nigerian Border ; me, climbing over the rocks.
Thank you for reading. Please feel free to comment, like, dislike and I will be sure to reply.
Clouded over today in Toulouse with a cool Easterly wind. White tulips already dried and blown.