Greetings you guys! Not only is it Friday, but it’s also holidays for my Mommy. Hooray! Here’s to hoping this short break there will be lots of time for reading and blogging. The last 3 holidays have been filled with renovations and anyone who has ever tried renovating, will know – reading is the least and the last of your concerns.
To get us in the mood for reading, we are busy with a readalong with a few of our fellow South African bloggers and Instagrammers. Seeing that tomorrow is heritage day here in SA, it’s just fitting that we read a South African Book. Our book of choice is a strong read with tales from South African women who refuse to be erased by the circumstances that render them invisible.Things my Mother Left Me by Pulane Mlilo Mpondo
on January 2022
Genres: Short Stories
Source: Black Bird Books
‘We are the source, us, its children, daughters of the sun, the soil and the stars.’ I turn and look at her, convinced that my sister has lost her entire mind. ‘The magic of the earth, its heartbeat, its molten iron, it burns in us, we carry it in our wombs and wear it on our skin and hair. The very pulse of the earth is in us, and that is what they want. That is what they offer to the serpent and in exchange it satisfies their flesh and gives them whatever they desire.’ I stare at her, looking for the place where her madness may have left a sign, but find nothing, only my sister with the eyes I have known my whole life.”
Things My Mother Left Me is an anthology of three short stories and two novellas, which explore the ways in which the traumas of our mothers are inherited by and transferred through their daughters.
The story plots themselves are connected by thread of their genealogy and serve to illustrate the similarities and vast differences passed on through the generations.
In each story, the main characters battle with and challenge various structural abuses such as rape, gender- based violence, class, parenting in unsafe environments, and the burden of complexion .
Mpondo guides the reader through each characters’ courageous navigation of their own experiences with limited resources and support, with only their will to survive to carry them. Each story addresses the vast experiences of a woman’s body and highlight the body’s policing while praising its self-defined agency.
We are all reading it together and read a couple of chapters a day. We then share our thoughts on Instagram, Twitter and whatever other social media sites we see fit. We aren’t very fit overall, but at least we are taking part. Let’s quickly go and say hi to @ Reading is my Super Power for First Line Friday and to Gilion @ Rose City Reader for Book Beginnings. Every Friday you can link up and share the first sentence of your current read (or the one you plan to devour over the weekend), as well as your initial thoughts and impressions.
Where are the children, where are my babies. I can’t find them, I can’t see through all the grey, it blinds me, it chokes me. I must find my babies, I can’t leave them behind in this grey that fills my home. The stench of petrol soaks everything. The fire is climbing up my mother’s maroon curtains, I have to take them down, they are all I have of her beside a pocket-sized Bible and my complexion.
A horrible position this sisi finds herself in. Even more horrible is that this is a reality thousands of women in South Africa find themselves in every day.
Our next stop will be to Freda’s Voice who hosts the Friday 56. Don’t show up empty handed though!
- Grab a book (Yes, any book. But it might get you to your other Friday activities a bit quicker if you just grab the book you are currently reading)
- Turn to page 56 or 56% on your e-reader
- Find a sentence or two (your other Friday activities might determine this)
- Post it!
- Remember to post your link on Freda’s Voice and to visit the other guys in the linky.
- And last but not least, don’t forget to list the title of the book and the author as well.
Our book actually don’t have a page 56, but page 54/55 reveals a few chills up your back:
Finally, it’s all over. Everything is buried as it should be.
The ringing phone brings me back to the room I am standing in. It’s too late for anyone to be calling at this hour.
“Lindelwa, it’s Mlambo.” “Mlambo?” “Yes, Mlambo. He is wandering about outside calling for you. He says he needs his eyes for the place he is going. He keeps asking where you have buried them.”
Creepy…. If you want to follow this readalong, you can find us on Instagram #thingsmymotherleftmereadalongWhat are you reading this weekend? I'm still busy with the #thingsmymotherleftmereadalong - a powerful read by the talented Pulane Mlilo Mpondo @mlilo.mpondo. #weekendreading #sareaders Click To Tweet
For our next stop today, we will link with The Book Blogger Hop. The Book Blogger’s hop’s purpose is to give bloggers a chance to follow other blogs, learn about new books, befriend other bloggers, and receive new followers to your own blog. Every week, there will be a prompt featuring a book related question. It’s hosted by Ramblings of a coffee addicted writer and I guess he hops around like a bunny due to all the caffeine. Hence his name.