
Book
It is difficult for me to pick a specific book as my favourite. I am a book-whore, you see. From Measuring Time, to Nights of the Creaking Bird, to The Fishermen, to The Masterpiece, to Mark of the Lion, to An Orchestra of Minorities, to Waiting for an Angel, to Americanah, to The One Plus One, to Woman at Point Zero, to Weep not Child and to Anthills of the Savannah, I have a harem. The list is infinite, but I will, for the sake of the title, pick one: Measuring Time. Why? Well, tonight, Helon Habila is nobody’s mate. Thank you very much.
Word
~ Aphrodite.
I would have stolen Madeline’s word “uxorious” but I already became fascinated with Aphrodite a while ago. This is largely based on its pronunciation – aa.fro.die.tee – than the fact that it is the name of a Greek goddess. And oh, I would have chosen Andromeda four months ago as I found it quite intriguing to roll the name/word off my tongue like a hand grenade. John Keats’ “On the Sonnet” would have been wanting, but for that name. By now you’d have deduced that I have something for mythical characters.
Colour
~ Red.
It exudes this uncanny nimbus of love mixed with sweet sin or danger, if you like. I used to like green for no reason, but I have found one that I like for a reason.
Vice
~ Cussing.
I love Jesus, but I cuss. And don’t say one who loves Jesus can’t cuss, because that would be partially untrue.
Person
~ Christiana.
She is a sweet little soul that has the whole of my heart right from when she was a baby. I hope that no matter how far the wind of life blows us both, we are able to remain family forever. When you are old enough to read this, it will be proof that I’ve loved you for a long time.
