Brunch and all types of Crazy


Adoma swooning over all the endless possibilities of life


Outside sitting in open spaces observing people and trying to figure out what their lives look like, I love discovering new food, tricks, and hacks that are supposed to bring some magic into my food love life. How else was I supposed to know that Basmati rice is way less starchy than Jasmine rice?! For this reason, Jasmine is the only kind of rice that assures the best Omo tuo  . Well that’s what my aunt said at least.


The mention of brunch translated into a subtle reason to party all day long, and why would we turn that down?! In addition, being the person I am, I had to taste every single thing that had been laid out on the table. There was French toast and a bowl full of some brown gooey substance. It had bananas lying indifferently in it though ( it had to be something edible and maybe nice because unlike Ghana bananas that have a sharp flavorful natural taste, bananas out here taste pleasant enough and I like them ) so I dug in and put some on my toast.

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Banana Foster on Toast

The only thing that stopped me from going back for more of the brown stuff on my toast was the fact that I’m trying to get off eating so much bread. I finally asked for the recipe of this brown addiction and I was told that the name to start off is Banana Foster and the recipe is on this link.


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Cinnamon rolls with sugar icing

Book Review – Lifted by the Great Nothing, Karim Dimechkie

‘Then there was the checkout lady who had dry yellow hair that sat like a triangle of foam on her head and the kind of heavy glasses that seemed responsible for her nasal voice as she commented on the items she scanned with superlative enthusiasm: “these are just the best ever…..isn’t this the most amazing….oh my God, these are my favorite in the entire universe.” She leaned in close to thank Max before handing him his receipt. her breath smelled of a mixture of white wine, rot, and babies’ heads.’

General Plot

After literally battling with a book whose author I think is trying too hard to sound sophisticated, I chance upon this impressive story whose mundane yet thought-provoking plot excited me. This is a story of the strong relationship between a single father and his teenage son. The depth of their togetherness is highlighted in the funny conclusion that ‘no woman or beard trimmer could ever pull them apart’. The story unfolds from the son’s perspective and touches on culture, immigration, the protagonist’s (the son) search for himself and his roots drawing from snatches of information given him by his father about both their untold pasts. Through a character that wants to avoid his past by doing such things as changing his name from Rasheed to Reed, the author succeeds in blending humor with important topics such as the question of identity in a country where diversity is much celebrated.  Rasheed’s (the father ) story is much comparable to the tale of the ostrich that conceals its head in sand in a bid to disappear forgetting that its whole body is still exposed. Reed (Rasheed) is a Lebanese man whose features; dark, thick and smooth hairy body, as well as accent, all allude to his origin without the need for further confirmation. He chooses to mask these strong statements with a name that is as light as a veil. How ironic. He also tries to imitate American lingua by using the words ‘folks’ and ‘howdy’. The saying of which results in catastrophic outcomes as they always come out sounding as ‘Audi’ (Howdy) and ‘fucks’ (Folks)!Capture d_écran 2017-06-02 à 6.13.05 PM

Why I Love this Story

There’s a billion and one quotes I can relate to especially those ones that surround culture; ‘This is why culture is stupid, Maxie / People think it unites people, but the truth is, it separates even more. We have a good life. We don’t need culture or religion or things like this. / We are individuals, so why come together under a flag or something and say that because we like the same food or soccer team or politics or time of prayer that we are all the same?’  Being Ghanaian and meeting other Ghanaians outside of Ghana has brought me this genuine excitement at knowing that a complete stranger I meet is a Ghanaian too. I probably have felt more Ghanaian than ever outside Ghana yet I agree with this quotation only because sharing the same nationality with another human does not make us necessarily the same. I have felt same as persons from entirely different African nations and entirely different races. Same way I have met some Ghanaians I do not consider being same as only because our experiences are very opposite. Common interests can unite or separate people, in the end, it is a person’s spirit and your ability to coexist that matters. Though a common nationality can foster that togetherness, the same nationality can do more than ruin relationships, ask members of different tribes that belong to the same country for more on this.

Reading parts of the internal musings of the main character only reminded me of who I am! I think it is extremely pleasant to be so much in tune with a character that you wonder if you know them in real life or if you only met them in a book. So Max is out here disagreeing silently with the way his dad’s lady friend is cutting vegetables. ‘He silently disagreed with the way she chopped veggies and the order in which she pan-fried them.’ I disagree silently with a lot of people in my life over many things.

There’s also that part about Max feeling internally elated about his father Rasheed and his friend having a fight. Truth is that when we get territorial and possessive of another person and they, in turn, develop a friendship or attachment of some sort with another, though petty and very evil, we sometimes wish they would fight and separate. When they do though, human as we are, we act empathetic but smile inwardly.

To conclude, I love this book. The title is attractive, the events unfold naturally and it is an easy read whose account will excite you in the weirdest of ways…

Some good quotations

“If you were (are) unflinchingly convinced of yourself, then you were (are) equipped to be a leader”

Side Notes

Max’s relationship with Nadine is an extension of his need for maternal love.

“He yearned for her to draw him near so he could rest his head on her breasts a while…”

Got a piercing and a thousand explanations just in case…

A good number of girls I know adorn their bodies with all kinds of jewelry that may be very obvious or understated. Face piercings have come and gone and are here again. There’s nothing new under the sun though, and I’m sure our parents and whoever before them did it, I mean, it had to have come from somewhere didn’t it? The common ones I’ve encountered though are the auricle, tragus, earlobe and nose piercings.

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Auricle piercing

After I got my second earlobe piercing I knew I had to tell my aunt soon enough, before she found out herself through a prophecy or a vision! My mom is quite the liberal whose main concern revolves around my sanity and well being. If those aspects are good, she’s ok. My aunt on the other hand though…Quite predictably, I got a request next day not to ever dream of getting a tattoo. I wanted an anklet also, and my grandma went like oh you should wait until after you’re married. This comment raised eyebrows in my mind. But I said okay and did it anyway. I still have questions, why do we (some Ghanaians) attach a negative or not too positive connotation to certain types of jewelry? I suspect some of these limitations come because in some of our cultures women exist because of men. oh don’t do this because you may send wrong signals to a potential mate, oh, men will think this oh men that. If these limitations come because of men and our inability to secure them if we get certain body bling, I wonder how many things men have to give up because  they want a wife… maybe someone can list them here.

Moving beyond this all important digression, I wanted to highlight how to not look like the strobe light in a culture that is not too accepting of our latest interests.

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Before the piercing, I think certain considerations such as the body parts you want to highlight and certain life events such as the professional space and your future plans for your piercing should be at the front of your mind. Making a decision based off of being caught in the moment is cute, however, consider what an abrupt taking out of the piercing could do especially bearing in mind that not all of our skins enable flawless healing 🙂

Identify the body parts you want to highlight (If you have a face piercing, you do not want to have jewelry that’s ‘in your face’ in addition to that piercing. A neutral color choker or a simple necklace can do the trick. On the other hand, an elaborate earring can stand alone or come with an understated necklace if you need to. Your make up plays a role too, main aim is not to look over the top since your face piercing is already the only thing society sees even before you say hello)

Stick to similar jewelry shades (only because a mixture of color schemes can come out looking tacky in my opinion)

Certain colors (for clothes, make up, and jewelry) go better with some tones than others and depending on your complexion (I don’t believe that though because I think this depends on the human in question. Some claim gold looks better on lighter complexions. I think gold looks perfect on darker skin shades too. Do not limit yourself to the usual only because you feel your skin shade or the size of your features will not allow you. Do it anyway, only ensure to harmonize it. If you are unsure, stick to softer colors and gradually ease into bolder ones, after all, my roommate has used orange eyeshadow since I’ve known her and I’m not tired of it yet!)

Certain hairstyles also go better with some jewelry than others. An elegant go to look is wearing stud earrings with a middle part hair do (kim k way) or a neat twa also with studs; really depends in the end on how you see it, or rock it.

Finally, less is more, I believe the key to looking gorgeous is to keep in mind that you want to look organized and pleasing to whatever eye you have in mind or decent enough to make your own self content when you see your image in the mirror.

My friend’s mother hated her nose ring but suddenly loved it when it got replaced by a little diamond stud on her wedding day.  I wonder why her mom’s sentiments changed…

That obsession with white

I dream of an all white living space where hopefully palm soup and wine spills can be perceived in advance and avoided even before they hit the floor!

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Before the apartment dreams unfold though, I must say that white nail polish is the latest obsession in my life and I frankly do not know when I’ll get off it. White just gives that crisp feeling of freshness and purity. Some nail polishes become dirty overtime and my roommate knows more than well how to spot nail polish that has become dull overtime.

Image (6) Though white nail polish is not the easiest to keep color-wise, the choice of matte or glossy and how to keep it will make all the difference. Glossy nail polishes already have that shine and will look better and stay longer with a protective neutral top coat. When your matte white polish starts to dull up, you can simply use a drop of the same nail polish remover to clean the dirt on the surface. That will buy you enough time until your next polish or trip to the nail place.

Moving on, white outfits remain my best go to option, ummm, depending on the weather, occasion or place. Then again a white blazer is a staple that needs representation in every wardrobe… and a white dress too…

The Facial Mask Life

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I asked a few skin care guru friends about why they use face masks and their answers are summed up as follows ;

“Um, it makes me feel fresh and keeps my skin healthy”

“It makes my skin feel good” (what exactly does feel good mean Vanessa?!)

“It makes my skin look bright”

“To control the oil on my skin”

Well all these responses make sense, and resonate with one or two of the reasons why I personally use face masks…. Moving on, the main category of masks recurring on the market that I have observed fall in the grouping of Brightening masks, Collagen masks, Cleansing or detoxing masks, Firming/wrinkle elimination, Hydrating and mattifying masks. This post will tell you a bit about each kind of mask so your decision is informed and so you know exactly what you’re putting on your skin and what it will do for you. (The information I have sumarised here is gathered from research and months of hoeing. I’m a product freak 🙂 )

Brightening masks – these contain vitamin C that supports wound healing, contains antioxidants (antioxidants prevent or reduce the effect of reactive chemicals on the skin). Vitamin C has anti aging elements that can prevent photodamage (skin damage caused by ultra violet rays). To ensure you get the best out of your Vitamin C mask, I suggest to use this mask at night and allow your skin get into work mode while you sleep. I don’t know how smart it is to apply a mask and go into the sun right after, if you have to do this, you may use a sunscreen lotion to keep the benefits you just received from your mask intact, if not, this move feels like showering to go work out after…

Collagen masks – Think of collagen as the main structural protein found in skin. If you’re

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I generally stick with hydrating & cleansing masks

a meat lover and appreciate the difference between tender and firm meat, this analogy should help you; the only difference is that with your face, you want to make sure that you fall in the firm meat category. Collagen helps our skin keep its elasticity. If you opt for a collagen mask, you are essentially looking to vamp the elasticity of your skin and ensure it looks smooth and well taken care of.

Cleansing or detoxifying masks – These masks do what their names suggest. They would typically feature plant extracts like cucumber, aloe vera or honey. Aloe has cleansing and regenerating properties. It is best known for helping with the healing of cuts and scars. I like to think of cucumbers as all round useful gifts of nature, more like the palm tree. Cucumbers are 95% water so it makes sense  that they would feature in cleansing masks. Also check out this amazing article about doing a down there cleanse with cucumbers!

Firming/wrinkle elimination masks feature elements such as collagen, eggs,  and a bunch of natural stuff that have properties that firm the skin like tomatoes, avocado and our good old Aloe gel.

Hydrating masks add moisture to your skin. The real reason behind the famous stereotypical image representing wellness which features the lady with the mask and cucumber circles on her eyes is HYDRATION my dears! Cucumbers can form the base of vegetable juices and smoothies and will add moisture and suppleness to your skin on any day.

Mattifying masks feature elements such as charcoal. Outside charcoal having the best pH level for your skin, it has elements that control oil production. I would recommend a charcoal mask before you make up if your skin is very oily. I think i’ll probably put up another post about the extensive benefits of charcoal.

Finally my cousin swears by this clay mask …

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Squeeze that Serum

I was brought up on Eversheen. For those of us who grew up in Ghana, Eversheen or Queen Elizabeth Cocoa butter was the staple beauty product that we splattered down our  faces and our whole bodies. I didn’t particularly have a need for a special beauty regimen since my skin was more or less low maintenance…by low maintenance I mean the kind of skin that stays faithful and isn’t particularly problematic.

So I stayed basic with my ‘faithful’ skin until I had a life changing moment. Well before I digress though into the low key colorism situation that does exist in Ghana, let me just mention how lighter skin tones are more  ‘excused’ for whatever things society deems ‘flaws’ than darker skin tones. I was of course a product of the society so when I bumped into this lady who had lighter skin, I wasn’t as critical of her, after all, she had to be perfect since her skin was lighter.  We had a second encounter though, and it seemed her skin had a more velvety, luminous shade. I looked at her again, this time, more critically than my first cursory glance allowed me to, and this second time, she seemed brighter; her skin wasn’t dull in a worn out expected way, I mean this was 37 degrees Accra yet there was something about her skin that was all too good for me. There had to be something, so I asked.

Three years on, I’m still hooked on this liquid crack. Clarins double serum. I love light weight formulas that feel like they’re not there but are actually there working! This serum will leave your face feeling moisturized in a non-greasy way and has a very light and sweet fragrance that is not overwhelming.Image (1)

Most importantly, you will see that there’s a change in the look and feel of your skin. Your skin will appear plumper and you will look fresher in a way that’ll excite you! Happy trials and high five me if you’re feeling this product!


Dear Ijeawele, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

This small book is a simple write up where Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie advises a friend on how to raise her daughter to be feminist. In fifteen suggestions spanning marriage, identity and a subtle discussion on hair and sexual politics she basically prescribes a solution for parenting her friend’s girl child urging herself and her friend with a ‘determination to try’.

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I was beyond moved to write a response to this piece for many reasons I’m about to go into; however, this read is one of those ones that make you gasp with utter amazement at the truth presented in such simple language. At some points, this read affirmed my firm stance that time spent reading good material is never a waste. This read jolts you awake not from sleep but from the uneventful monotonous continuity that we sometimes go through book pages with until we hit that point in the narrative where we literally wake due to a truth we agree so much with! In the subsequent piece, I will cite aspects of Chimamanda’s arguments and add my thoughts and perspectives.

Chimamanda has always commented on hair in a way that has held so much insight and refreshment and once again, she tells her friend not to be tempted to conform to society’s definition of ‘neat’ for her daughter’s hair. She urges her friend to redefine ‘neat’. ‘Part of the reason hair is about pain for many girls is that adults are determined to conform to a version of ‘neat’ that means too tight and scalp destroying and headache infusing.’ ‘Don’t use a tiny-toothed comb that wasn’t made with our hair texture in mind!’  Amen Chimamanda, Amen! That tiny toothed comb that hairdressers so love! They need to get that straight neat line no matter how painful it is. After all, no pain no gain and your braids need to be nice like they would last for eternity so you had better endure that piercing division to save your own damn life! The one thing that I disagree with in this part of the manifesto though is the part where the author criticizes the amount of time used on little girls’ hair. ‘Imagine if we had not spent so many Saturdays of our childhood doing our hair. What might we have learned? In what ways might we have grown? What did boys do on Saturdays?’ This quotation is perfect until the line about what little boys do on Saturdays. What’s the point of the comparison? Granted. Women and girls waste time on hair sometimes. Time that could be used in other ‘beneficial’ pursuits; but then time waste is relative and one can still spend time on their appearance and ‘grow’ in other respects of their life. No one cares what boys do on Saturdays. If men/boys want to waste/conserve their Saturdays that’s fine. It is none of our business and we shouldn’t feel we’re missing out on ‘growth’ opportunities because of our hair or because of what boys are doing at that specific point in time. It is unhealthy to constantly compare the sexes, we want to be women because we want to and not because of the existence of men. At the same time boys should be boys and let alone to do with their Saturdays what they deem fit. Finally, their decisions must not make me make or unmake our plans.

At this point, I think the perfect segue is the addition of the fact that growing up as a light skinned Ghanaian girl, I received comments about my beauty and attendant blessings/remarks I have not fully understood until now. As a ‘beautiful’ girl I should be able to get a man simply for the above reasons. This mentality makes ‘beautiful’ girls feel bad when they’re unable to ‘secure’ men. Another narrative that I find distasteful is when someone goes like ‘you must have a problem if this beauty has not landed you a man’ or ‘you’re too beautiful to be struggling like this.’ Comments like this are disheartening and render ‘beauty’ transactional. A ‘beautiful’ woman’s inability to acquire material things in life including a man, translates into her ‘wasting’ of her ‘beauty’. The ironical twist lies in the same society questioning ‘beautiful’ women who are successful simply because the twisted social consciousness adheres to the thought that most things in life are transactional. Hence, ‘beautiful’ successful women must’ve definitely sexed their way up the ranks, a situation that is not always true. A woman’s beauty is hers and hers alone. Beauty is a blessing and relative and transient. Women aren’t made beautiful for men, women are created beautiful for themselves and mustn’t be made to feel that ‘beauty’ is a means to an end. If some girls understand this, they will dress up to please themselves and not feel like failures if they are unmarried by a certain age or have not reached a certain pedestal in life. God made you beautiful for a reason so start finding out why. If you find a partner that is thrilled by your ‘beauty’ remind them it is only skin deep.

Till this day I hold my dualism on cultural issues a true asset, but then I have also constantly wondered if I sound logical enough (and if I’m courageous enough) saying I have selected the bits and pieces of my culture which I deem ‘right’ and done away with the ones I deem ‘inappropriate’. Who am I to decide what aspects of my African-ness I want to pick and choose from?! This stance makes me uncomfortable because I wonder who taught me what was right and wrong? Was it intrinsic or had I been influenced/schooled as an African by white supremacist ideas to think that certain aspects of my African-ness were wrong? What standard enables me say a certain aspect of my culture is wrong or right? What is the determiner of wrong or right? So for example (and this is only an example) if I decided that female genital mutilation was wrong and decided as an African female to look down upon that cultural practice; what would I use as a reason

to condemn this practice? Would it be because the white man told me it is wrong or because I feel it is wrong from a feminist view point (of disempowering women sexually) or would I say it is wrong for health reasons? I digress though; however, the main point here is to point out that discarding aspects of the culture you come from based off of white supremacist prescriptions is dangerous. We must be able to weigh and decide for us and not because of what someone said we should do. Moving on, it felt reassuring to read that I’m not the only one crazy enough to want to pick and choose aspects of culture. The ninth suggestion where Chimamanda advises her friend to allow her daughter embrace parts of Igbo culture and reject the parts that are not beautiful resonated so much with me! To go into detail, that part of the manifesto criticizes Igbo culture for it’s materialistic tendencies. The same chapter goes on to cite Igbo culture as beautiful because it upholds the communal way of life. So in this scenario, the author urges to uphold and do away with the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ parts of culture.

Finally, I was blown away by the introduction of the term ‘feminism lite!’ ‘Feminism lite is the idea of conditional female equality.’ ‘Feminism lite uses the language of ‘allowing’.’ The lines that explain this further are; ‘A husband is not a headmaster. A wife is not a schoolgirl. Permission and being allowed, when used one-sidedly-and it is nearly only used that way –should never be the language of an equal marriage’. If wives constantly ask permission from their husbands and the reverse isn’t the case, who needs to be told that is not a healthy relationship? If husbands need to ‘allow’ their wives to do things, that still aligns well with the language of marriage being about ‘ownership’ and not ‘partnership’. What then is the difference between leaving your father’s house to your husband’s house? You literally live with another dad if you constantly ask your husband permission to do stuff when the reverse is not necessarily the case.

I want every woman to read this manifesto, period!

Le Misanthrope

The main issue in Le Misanthrope is hypocrisy and flattery versus blunt frankness.  This play falls under the category of a “comedie de mœurs” which is basically a type of comedy that mocks the practices of a specific social class in the society in which it is set. It also mocks the obsessions of the period; sadly these obsessions are not always positive. The 17th century French society witnessed a popularity of the”vie de salon” where well schooled people of influence and wealth met in “salons” to get acquainted with each other, converse and mainly enjoy the joys of the literary world. These meetings were hosted by people and in this particular play, the hostess is a lady named Celimène.  Like any other human gathering, these meetings had a lot of gossip and criticism of others. The host herself was being pursued by two men among the crowd that frequented her “salon” and Celimène gossiped about them pointing out their flaws and generally mocking them behind their backs. The two men eventually find out about her secret mockery of them and In this play the upper class in society is placed in the limelight. The element of satire is the hypocrisy that existed in French society at the time. The willingness to stroke people’s egos versus telling them exactly what you thought of them in a fearless way.
The Misanthrope, the protagonist of the play (an antisocial person) is totally against flattering people and opts to remain  blunt and upfront with his feelings and opinions about others much to the displeasure of many around him. This attribute drives him to leave his immediate abode, friends and country because he gets into trouble for speaking his mind. He is sued by an influential person whose poem he is painfully candid about. The misanthrope’s friend on the other hand, Philinte does not get into trouble because he duly flatters the poet, even lying about the verses’ quality. Brutal honesty  is the message of the play. What price are we willing to pay for honesty? Are we going to be honest to the very end or lie to protect ourselves and deceive others? In the opening part of the play, the protagonist Alceste  (the misanthrope) argues with his friend Philinte  about being honest and calls flattery or the eagerness to please a cowardly act, “une lache methode” (Philinte’s name has etymological references to gentility, kindness and friendliness hence a person who finds it hard to offend).

The other plot in the play revolves around the love that triangle (if we can call it that) that exists between Alceste, Celimene and her suitors. While Alceste remains grounded in the decision not to  be a hypocrite while deciding to be upfront with people, Celimene’s hypocrisy lands her into trouble as her suitors discover through letters that she has written to each of them with insulting remarks about the other suitor. Of one suitor she says “il me divertit quelquefois aver ses brusqueries et son chagrin bourru; mais il est cent moments où je le trouve le plus fâcheux du monde”  of another he says “pour l’homme à la veste, qui s’est jeté dans le bel esprit, et veut être auteur malgré tout le monde, je ne puis me donner la peine d’scouter ce qu’il dit, et sa prose me fatigue autant que see vers”. Of yet another she says “il n’y a rien de si mince que toute sa personne”. Following these events, all the suitors decide they are no longer interested in Celimene. This leaves Alceste to pursue her alone with no competition. Events preceding these and other sub plots in the play also have the same remote cause or subject matter which is hypocrisy.

Moliéres heros or protagonists are normally ones who are obsessed almost to the point of insanity with ideals they deem meaningful. Elects holds onto this act of being frank until the very end and similar structures or happenings are seen in other molière plays.

Franz Kafka’s Metamorphoses

When I picked up this book; well to start off, I simply went through ibooks and got this amazing one hundred page masterpiece because I’m growing a gradual affinity to reading on devices.

What made me read this book though? The metamorphoses is a book with strong roots in existentialist philosophy. The philosophy that questions existence, the meaning of our lives and why and how certain events happen and sometimes to good people.

Lets put this story in context now. The writer is German and this narration has a nuclear family with an older son, Gregor, the protagonist and Grete his sister and their parents. Gregor is the breadwinner of the home since he works as a salesman, his earnings bring in revenue for the home. He has good intentions and plans on sending his younger sister off to school. It is also worthy of note that the family owes Gregor’s boss money so that reason ties Gregor even more to his job and makes him work harder to release the burden off a family under financial constraints. Gregor works in this manner without complaints until he wakes up one morning and is unable to leave his bed as usual to work because he’s been transformed overnight into a monstrous cockroach!

Franz Kafka is apt in his description of the slow processes of initial  sadness, pity and lukewarm support that Gregor’s family displays until they realize that they can no longer continue living burdened by a cockroach’s upkeep and its attendant inconveniences one of which is their inability to rent a part of their space for additional revenue. Once upon a time the family does actually rent out a part of their apartment but one of the tenants spots Gregor and out of fright and disgust, decides to exit the abode together with his two friends.

Up until now Gregor’s mother has been unable to reconcile the image of a terrible looking cockroach with that of her son’s once handsome face. She faints or goes into a fit anytime she sees Gregor. One day, she gathers some courage and decides to help Grete rearrange Gregor’s room in such a way that would work well for an animal; allowing him more space to move around etc. They start to do this and out of fright and a deep sense of shock, Gregor’s mother goes into another fit upon the sight of Gregor. Gregor’s father arrives and out of anger, hurls apples at the cockroach, Gregor would’ve been fine if a piece of broken apple hadn’t gotten stuck in his back. The piece rots overtime and facilitates his death.

The experience of living as a cockroach does not change Gregor’s capacity to think or feel as a human would. The only human ability he lacks is the capacity of speech. His auditory skills are still very much in full function and Gregor is able to pick up conversation that his family makes about him. It is said in the novel that a deep silence befell the household. Gregor’s father no longer spoke or ate. In fact his father lived in denial and refused to accept a cockroach as a son and this resolve incited some level of disdain for the now transformed Gregor. It may also be inferred that due to the financial constraints falling on Gregor’s father’s shoulder because of Gregor’s condition, Gregor’s father begins to hate his son out of his failure to continue providing for his family. Gregor dies out of sadness and the open wound with the apple in his back. His sister, Grete, the only one who has shown some kind of support by feeding him suddenly speaks one day to their parents. She urges her parents to join her to leave the life they are living because they can not move on in the same way. Gregor dies out of grief and out of a need to relieve his family of the burden he’s placed on them.


We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families

This book has a rather long and annoying title, but then the part about dying makes you wonder why anyone would want to inform another person when they’re going to die. Well quite apparently this book is about the Rwandan genocide and gradually explains the famous Hutu Tutsi conflict that would cause the Rwandan genocide.

The Hutu being the group that rose after years of feeling unjustly treated mostly for their appearance (since some person dropped out of nowhere and decided to point out the fact that Hutu people had predominantly African traits, a rounded nose, a stronger set frame and the works and the fact that the Tutsi looked foreign, unAfrican, lighter skin, slender, smoother hair, slimmer nose etc) so this basically caused the issue that brought the division and strife.