Bluezy13:






We should not forget our parents, especially our mothers in giving them a befitting burial right

Because, in the book right from her childhood, the woman never tasted real happiness, the little she would have always ended up in sorrows....

There was never a period of arrived rest/peace/happiness/joy for her...right to her grave.
So, where is the assumed point that you opined about us not forgetting our parents

My point is, if there were to be a time of happiness and joy for her...to compensate for her tragedies...the writer should have made it possible, not in her death.

The bottom line is that We should not forget our parents/mothers in our pursuit of whatever while they are still breathing... not when they die.

Bluezy13:




Like say una go read am

sinaj:
they still sell mothers choice in book shops.

U can still get it.

I haven't seen second chance in a long time tho.

deife:


Likewise. I must commend you still. I guess we are contemporaries.

Bluezy13:





Does my comment depict any sense of specialism? ??
My assertion is based on the lackadaisical attitude of students towards reading literature regardless of whether it was compulsory or not.

Learn to be polite and avoid tendering rambling invective irrationally.

Elymoney:
SMH I definitely would.

inaiduna:
No don't get it wrong, not during their burial, they should be remembered during their life time, that is why I said the title is the very opposite of its content, That we should remember our parents when they are alive. You still opined my exact words in your last sentence only you were more explicit.

dumo1:

Thanks sinaj I would check out for one at the yaba bookshops.

Ishilove:
Indeed we must be. Generation X

2prexios:


Lolz,

the point where that evil woman killed the poor maid and made away with the bag of diamond really crushed me. The party seems lost, my world was drowning with them.

But thank God for the fact that my hero was aware of his environment: there must be a way out if air is coming in to the dark cave from somewhere, after gagool shut the cave's stone door against them.

he lit the last matches with him and studied the directions of the wind. That was their saving grace. They shared the precious stones and were happy ever after.

I hope you read Ivanhoe, by the same author, i identify him as Allan Quartermain. It might be a title ooo.

It is WizKid and baddo that these children are reading.

BraniacX:


I just bought Ivanhoe recently, haven't had time to read it yet (busy schedule) plus i already have almost a thousand e-books on my pad my retirement is gonna be cozy mate (literarily of course)

BuddhaPalm:
The Passport of Mallam Ilia...

Can't remember the plot, but can remember the emotions...

naptu2:
The Drummer Boy by Cyprian Ekwensi.

I owned a copy of this book and I saw Kokoro everyday in traffic, yet it didn't occur to me that the book was about him (until just before his death).

MrImole:
Àgbákò ní'lé tête

Ólekú

Bayo ajómogbé

Taa lòdaràn

Àjà lo lerù

UIA04:

Yeah i remember this one very well Kikikiki

Ade was born the only thing male child, with a silver spoon and his mom wanted him to travel abroad to London for his secondary education to show off like other rich families, even though his dad objected at first

When he got to the school he meet kamrudeen and kam's girlfriend, who used to take drugs and drink and they introduced him to it.

His mom had to travel back to bring him in shame because he became an addict

litetias:


You are right about the plots.
I have read a lot as well. I think Helga Rolfe was in I Hold The Aces. Then there is one I loved so much about a shooting instructor who was paid by a rich man to teach his son to shoot but his wife later ran away with the boy.

There is also one about a rich man who lost his brother and was looking for voodoo to bring his brother back

naptu2:
O MY GOD! O MY GOD! You will die of laughter if you read this book. I'm not just saying it. You will actually die of laughter if you read it. This novel is totally hilarious.

Somebody stole my copy of the book, but I must buy another one soon.


The Interpreters by Wole Soyinka.

duduade:
There was thia novel I read back then... Still trying to remember the title..

The plot involved a young man married to a woman but they couldn't have a child. Then he was invited to visit home and taken to visit an herbalist... At the place of the herbalist he was made to understand that until he gets married to another wife before the First wife conceive. Although he wasn't interested his mother and wife persuaded him.. The mother introduced one village girl to him and he got married to her. She was loved by the first wife..

She got pregnant and the first wife followed suit... I guess she gave birth to a girl and the first wife gave birth to a boy... The seed of jealousy started to rear its head in her heart and na so the second wife start o..

She poisoned the first wife when she couldn't help it again... Then she also Tried to kill the son.. Stopped his education.. Try to turn the father against the son... As the plot thickened she accidentally killed her three children at different points when she planned to kill the son.. and eventually ran mad..

OsoDupe:
is it a Yoruba novel?

OsoDupe:
is it a Yoruba novel?

GuyFawkes:


I remember Matamba the wrestler

OsoDupe:
who is kokoro please? I read this book countless times.

naptu2:


Kokoro was a very famous blind musician. He used to busk on Igbosere Road and Broad Street (at least, those were the two places that I saw him everyday). He played the tambourine (just like Akin in the novel).

I was always amazed by the fact that he knew the streets so well that he could walk up and down them unaccompanied. I saw him on those streets everyday and he never had an accident (at least not to my knowledge).

I think it was in the 1990s that PMAN (finally) decided to do something for him, but unfortunately he died soon after that.

There's a statue of him at the new Tinubu Square fountain.

naptu2:


Aha! We are in the information age! There's now a Wikipedia article about Kokoro. It's not very detailed, but it gives you an idea of who he was.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kokoro_(musician)

naptu2:







O wow! Just wow!

I used to see him in traffic on Igbosere Road and Broad Street virtually every day between 1982 and 1989 and now I can see him perform again on Youtube.

The first video is a documentary about him. The second video is of his performance at Island Club in 2007 (probably his last public performance before his death). He was introduced by King Sunny Ade.

Below the videos is a picture of his statue beside the new fountain at Tinubu Square.

Kokoro


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6mVaEz0SgA


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCc5C7AfAJ4

armadeo:


Read this too. Remember the boy tried to buy beer at a bar and was askd for I.d

BuddhaPalm:


Really.

Can't remember nothing...

Always had the impression you grew up in the West...

Ishilove:

Oh okay, thanks. It's been over 20 years I read the book so I've gotten the characters mixed up

duduade:
it was written in English... It was one of the novels gifted to me by my dad back then.. I think almost a dozen. I just took it to school and Fiam..i no see the book... .the almighty stealer just steal am go like that...