I went to see Dada Masilo’s Swan Lake a couple of nights ago with an unlikely date, my son – who came out of his first ballet experience, somewhat unimpressed. I, on the other hand, together with the entire Wednesday night audience was blown away.
Title: The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons and an Unlikely Road to Manhood
Author: Ta-Nehisi Coates
I read this in two days. I enjoyed it that much. I had also wanted to go to a reading that the author was giving at the American Library of Paris, and thought it best to at least attend the reading, having actually read the book. I did not make the reading however, but I learnt a great deal about what growing up in the West Baltimore, in the years post the civil rights era was like.
Château de Chantilly is located 40km north of Paris – an approximate forty-five minute drive. Wikipedia lists it as a historic château – aren’t they all historic though?
As part of our historical reading in my french class last semester, we read the memoirs of Madame de Sévigné, and our french teacher advised that we visit the Château de Chantilly as this was where where some of her writings regarding the life of the court were set.
Once of the reasons I started this blog was to share, at the time, my culinary discoveries in Ghana. I soon realised though that I loved eating food more than I do writing about it. I can talk about it endlessly, and even photograph it fairly well, but somehow the words do not seem quite adequate when trying to tell about a tasting experience or culinary surprise that left my heart beating just a bit faster.
Title: Powder Necklace
Author: Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond
Powder Necklace tells the story of 13/14 year old Lila who is uprooted without warning by her mother from London to Ghana. Although Ghanaian by birth, Lila has never lived in Ghana. She is at the cusp of her teenage years, and although she is not an out-and-out rebellious teenager, her divorced, single and overwhelmed mother, wanting to remove her from the influences of London and ‘needing a break’ sends her to a girls’ boarding school in Ghana.
Now that African wanderlust will also also be hosting its book blog – all book-related posts will make their way here.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, you will know that living in the fashion capital of the world is wasted on me. Yes, I love looking at beautiful clothes, and every so often I will spend a morning window licking shopping – I love that the french phrase; lèche-vitrines for this translates as window licking- and I love nothing more than sitting at a pavement café, nursing a café, people watching and admiring the many and varying fashion styles of the Parisians, but I have yet to understand the obsession with Fashion Week.
The leaves are beginning to turn, which just goes further to confirm that it’s almost over. Les vacances with their hot summer afternoons and warm long evenings are coming to an end. The temperatures are dropping ever so slightly in the evenings, and the mornings are just a tad nippier than they were a few weeks ago.
Today in Nelson Mandela’s 95th birthday and South African’s celebrate Mandela Day by making at least 67 minutes of their day count by dedicating them to acts of charity.
I cannot write anything else about Madiba that has not already been written. Given his current frail state of health, South Africans and the world at large are happy to see him celebrating another year.