Monthly Archives: August 2009

The Journey – Brandon Bays


“Once heard a story that each of us comes into this life as a pristine, pure, flawless diamond. And, through the trials of growing up and the course of life’s pains, our innate brilliance becomes hidden by a load of rubbish.

Then when we become adults, we cover the whole mess with a coat of bright, shiny nail varnish. We present this artificial veneer to the world and wonder why no one seems to think it’s that extraordinary. Over time, we may even come to believe that this protective shell is who we really are, and we shape our personal identity around it.”

Pomegranate Soup – Marsha Mehran


“Monday would prove to be much more rewarding. Not only did Dervla spot a light beaming through the cracks in the newspapered windows of the old Delmonico pastry shop but her sharpened ears detected murmuring voices coming from behind its red door. She couldn’t understand what was being said, but it didn’t sound like English, that was for sure. Italian, more than likely. No doubt a version of Latin the Pope himself wouldn’t have approved of.”

Purple Hibiscus – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie


“She did not usually say so much at one time. She spoke the way a bird eats, in small amounts.”

“He spoke English with an Igbo accent so strong it decorated even the shortest words with an extra vowels.”

“Has a nut come loose in your head, gbo? You are not going anywhere.”

 “If they are in a good mood they will give you a visa, if not, they will refuse you. It is what happens when you are worthless in somebody’s eyes. We are like footballs that they can kick in any direction they want to.”