Kawerians Talk 2 : Who gave you your love for reading? September 28, 2019 – Posted in: Literary Lifestyle – Tags: Book Club, Bookish Questions, books, Kawe Africa, Lifestyle, Literature, Reading culture
Welcome to another episode of KAWERIANS TALK. On this episode, Kawerians talked about the person or people or situations that gave them their love for reading.
My mother. It was a bullying thing though. As an “entitled” last born, my siblings will beat me to align to reality and when I went to report, Mummy will ask me to do two things: read or sleep. To avoid the beating. Lol. I had every Bible comic there was. These days as I read my bible again I see those comics 🙂 I had books on animals: cats, insects, horses, etc.
Mine was my dad, we always had tons of books in the house growing up, my dad made me read and summarize the books to him. I was reading secondary level literature in primary school. In a way, it also taught me how to write and helps my creativity even today.
My uncle and my friend. With my friend it was a conpetition we did it to test our reading speed. We read atleast 3books in a day, it was fun. With my uncle, he gave money for every book I read, understood and explained to him. It could be #5000 or #10000 or #15000. And as an undergraduate, it made sense to read and get paid. Most of the books he gave me were contemporary-historical books. Audacity of Hope and There was a country. I remember There was a Counry being difficult for me to read but it was the highest paying sum.
Enid Blyton also holds a special place in my heart. During open day in primary school, I tried to be in my best behaviour so my Dad could buy me Enid Blyton stories.
Mother. She started off by using her magic wand. Then later, not so much.
I’d say it was my father and my sister. My father used to work at FRCN back then, so he brought back newspapers everyday. We had tons of them at home. When I had nothing else to do, I’ll read them. They were interesting. I liked the crossword puzzles a lot. My elder sister was like a personal tutor back them and held me accountable academically, so I read to impress her too. Reading when you are less busy seemed like the proper thing to do back then. I found novels at home…the ones my siblings read in school, so I read them too and exchanged them with friends in school. It just seemed normal back then to read for fun. By the time I actually learnt to appreciate literature, I was already in love with novels.
My childhood was full of Enid Blyton’s books and although my mom could not read, she kept on buying his books for me. My dad didn’t even bother buying books for me.
Enid Blyton. I guess I could say my mum. Since it was she who stuffed our house with nearly all her works. There used to be this Baba who sold books somewhere in LUTH, and whenever he had new Enid Blyton books, he new Mrs. Ogunji would want to buy.
My mother, I read the books she read even though I was to young to understand. My mind became exposed as I grew older, and I was ahead of my mates when it came to thinking. She also read the books I read, and it became a competition. We would sit down and discuss the books we read. Trust me till now, she reads faster than I do!
Started with reading for gold stars when I was in grade school in the US, then translated into reading historical books about war cos I think my dad was bored and needed someone to discuss the massive books. I knew more about the world war and Biafra war than most adults by the age of 13. I found some time to be a child in between and read Enid blyton Nancy Drew pacesetters and all the hardy boys and encyclopaedia brown series.
Hmmm. In primary school it was the head girl. She always had nice books and I always tried to finish reading them on time whenever she lent them to me. My aunt used to read too and had tons of M & B but when I became the reeading monster they started calling me ‘Queen Elizabeth’ ‘Cambridge’. It was torture.
For me, it wasn’t a “who”. It was more of a situation. And I think my situation was boredom. I hate not doing anything with my head and was always surrounded by books.
Picked up a book and realised I was creating those stories in my head, creating another world. It was addictive…After one book, I’m looking for the next thing to read.
I can identify with Ada. Cos I don’t have a who. I only remember borrowing books all the time in primary school. My brother tells a story till today of how I was found reading a newspaper in nursery 1. Don’t ask me what I read inside. And I do remember our neighbour, Mama Lolu. She had a big box of books, mostly mills and boons in her bedroom. When she discovered I was a reader (like primary 5 or so), she adopted me and would feed me those books one at a time. Those had to be read under the sheets in the dead of the night.
I think it was both my parents, both readers. I don’t think they realised however that they were creating a monster. Everybody would be looking for Eno everywhere at age 7/8/9 and she would be hiding under the bed or in a wardrobe reading a book.
Both my parents gave me my love for reading. They were always bringing books into the house. The TV in my childhood home rests ontop a bookshelf. I remember being obsessed with Jane Eyre and reading it all the time. It was a really old copy from my mother’s childhood. Misplacing books meant lashes from my mum. She taught me that books were and are still priceless.
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Over to you, who gave you your love for reading and books?