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(Novel)  The Last Suttee. 

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“You must come at once if you want to stop the suttee from happening again…” This phone message summons Kumud Kuthiyala back to Neela Nagar, the blue town of her youth, and the shackled life she thought she had left behind forever…

As a nine-year-old, Kumud witnessed the brutal and horrifying suttee ritual when her beloved aunt immolated herself on the burning pyre of her dead husband. Years later, Kumud summoned the courage to escape the isolated and primitive town of her youth to start a new life in Ambayu, a metropolitan city. She began as office help at Save Girls Soul Orphanage Center and progressed to become its director. At SGSO Center, she becomes a warrior for women’s education and equal rights. She teaches young women to protect themselves from outmoded practices and rituals that victimize women.

Then a phone call informs Kumud that the suttee of a sixteen-year-old is inevitable. She has vowed that she will never let it happen again. Still haunted by her aunt’s suttee, she leaves everything behind, including her love, Shekhar Roy, to end the barbaric custom that scarred her for life, and to save the young bride from committing suttee.

As Kumud travels back to the town of her youth, long-buried memories resurface and force her to remember the life from which she fled. The town that greets her is full of contradictions. It has electricity and clean water, and a new school is open to low castes, yet superstition and prejudice abound. How can she convince the town that their centuries-old tradition is cruel and barbaric, that a widowed young woman deserves the right to live? Can she change the minds of the townspeople and the Five Elders before it’s too late?

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“A stunning story of one woman’s struggle to stop the ritual of suttee. The novel weaves centuries old traditions with the stark march toward twenty-first century. It progresses with surprising plot twists, a ticking clock, and stubborn and powerful antagonist who challenges the protagonist, Kumud, to stand up to the orthodox and close-minded community”  – Bestselling author, Kathleen Shoop 

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About the author






An author, artist, world-traveler and the founder of the Mindful Writers Group, Madhu Bazaz Wangu was a professor of arts and religions of India before becoming a full time writer. She has a doctorate in the Phenomenology of Religions from the University of Pittsburgh and a post-doctoral fellowship from the Harvard University. For twenty-five years, she taught at the University of Pittsburgh and Chatham College in Pennsylvania, Wellesley and Wheaton Colleges in Massachusetts, and Rhode Island College.

In 1997, Dr. Wangu voyaged around the world with students and faculty members from various American Universities for the Semester-at-Sea program. She loved the experience so much that each year she has been revisiting places of historical significance in different countries, observing the cultures, meeting the people and enjoying their cuisine.

In 2010, she founded the Mindful Writers Group, and in 2015 started a second one. She encourages writers of all levels and genres to delve deeper in their work by body-mind-heart meditation. Her CD, Meditations for Mindful Writers was released in 2011. She guides writers in meditation and writing marathons. Twice each year, Mindful Writers Groups gather for writing retreats. There, surrounded by nature, they practice sitting and walking meditations in-between long writing sessions.

Madhu B. Wangu has published numerous essays and four books on Hindu and Buddhist goddesses and Indian religions. She has held five one-person art exhibitions in India and US. Her collection, Chance Meetings: Stories About Cross-Cultural Collisions and Compassion, was published in 2015 and her debut novel, The Immigrant Wife: Her Spiritual Journey, in 2016. Currently, she is writing her second novel, The Last Suttee and a guidebook for mindful writing.

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The Last Suttee gripped me from the first page. From then on it did not let go. Not only is it a book that you can’t put down, but it also has a powerful message, dealing with ancient Indian rituals. The images, though strong, convey these practices which have been recently outlawed in a sense that makes you think how these customs came to be.

Through the novel’s protgonist, Kumud, a voice is created that stands not only against the barbaric ritual, but also resonates to our time in each woman’s struggle.

Why I Wrote the Novel, THE LAST SUTTEE

On the morning of September 5, 1987, I was going through the Hillman Library card catalogue at the University of Pittsburgh when a friend stopped by. She told me something I would never forget. She said that an eighteen-year-old Indian woman, named Roop Kanwar, had immolated herself on the pyre of her dead husband. I was dumbfounded. Suttee in the twentieth century? It couldn’t be. But The New York Times confirmed the news. The ritual, known as suttee, was witnessed by the townspeople and thousands more came to see it from nearby villages and towns. When the news was leaked the following day, the town was swarmed for days by Indian and international journalists. I was stunned and speechless, my legs laden with lead. At that frozen moment, the seed for this book was planted.

The kernel stayed dormant, but the incident continued to sear like a wound at the back of my mind. The distress was raw, but I was not yet emotionally ready to write about what had happened and how it had affected me. In the ensuing years, I trawled libraries, bookstores, and the Internet, learning about the history of suttee and the cultural and religious traditions in which it is rooted. I studied records of the shrines dedicated to women who had committed suttee. I read the history and mythology of the namesake goddess, spelled Sati. Critically and carefully I analyzed the photographs of Sati temples and studied the engravings, drawings, and paintings of the goddess Sati and the suttee ritual that had been made by British, European, and Indian artists and travelers.

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Suttee is a centuries-old Hindu ritual. This ancient belief still persists in some remote corners in India. The belief is if a widow cremates herself with her dead husband, the couple will live in heaven as they did on earth. Furthermore, such a sacrifice guarantees a place in heaven for seven generations for both sides of the family.

The ritual is rooted in the myths of two goddesses: Sati, Shiva’s wife, and Sita, Rama’s wife. Here are summaries of the myths:

Goddess Sati is the daughter of the high priest Daksha. Shiva, the world renouncer, is so awed by her yogic skills and asceticism that he grants her a boon. Sati asks to marry him. He agrees. Daksha dislikes Shiva. He finds Shiva unconventional and unkempt. Despite her father’s opposition Sati marries Shiva and they live in his mountain abode in Himalayas. 

Daksha plans a great sacrifice. He invites all the important divine beings, except Shiva. Sati feels disgraced by the way in which her father has treated her husband. On the day of the great sacrifice, she throws herself in the fire pit meant for the sacrifice. And burns herself to death. When Shiva discovers what has happened to his wife, he is outraged. He pulls out Sati’s half-burnt body, holds it on his shoulders, and in anguish and lamentations whirls around the world. 

Goddess Sita is an ideal Hindu wife. Her husband, Rama, is the center of her life. His welfare, reputation, and wishes are most important to her. One day, the demon king Ravana abducts her and takes her to his golden palace. He lies to her that he has killed Rama. Sita is horrified. She moans and tells him that it must have been her fault that her husband was killed. She warns Ravana she could burn him to ashes with the fire of her chastity, but she won’t because she did not have her husband’s permission. 

In the end, Rama defeats Ravana and brings Sita home. There he severely tests her loyalty because she has spent days under the control of another man. Sita is shocked at such an accusation. She protests her innocence. She says she has remained wholly devoted and completely faithful to him. Rama persists. 

Grieved by his false accusation, Sita asks for a funeral pyre to prove her innocence. A pyre is built, and Sita stands atop it with hands folded. Agni, the god of fire, refuses to harm her because she is innocent and pure. She returns to Rama unscathed. Yet he banishes her to a forest. 

Sati and Sita are faithful and chaste wives, and they are devoted to their husbands. The lives of these goddesses are defined by their husbands. Although their dedication and chastity are exemplary, they pay a heavy price for being wives. In both myths, fire plays an important role. Whereas Sati voluntarily kills herself, Sita is saved by Agni. Their god/husbands are alive when the women jump into the sacrificial pit or on the funeral pyre. But ordinary women’s lives are no myths. When a woman is forced into being a suttee, neither her husband nor the god of fire will save her.

The suttee ritual was outlawed by British Raj in 1829. The ritual was described as “heinous rite” when cases surfaced about widows being tied to their husband’s pyre even after being intoxicated with bhang or opium. Many reports of widows escaping and being rescued by strangers were also recorded. Still, more than a century later, scattered instances of the custom have been reported, such as Savitri Soni’s in 1973 and Charan Shah’s in 1999.

The most notorious and controversial case, however, was of Roop Kanwar. Indian people either publicly defended Roop’s action or declared that she had been murdered. Following the outcry that followed Roop Kanwar’s suttee, the government of India enacted the Rajasthan Sati Prevention Ordinance on October 1, 1987. The law makes it not only illegal to commit suttee but also illegal to glorify the ritual or coerce a woman to commit suttee. Glorification includes erecting a shrine to honor the dead woman or converting the place where immolation took place into a pilgrimage site. Derivation of any income from such activities is also banned. The law makes no distinction between a passive observer and an active promoter. Everyone is held equally guilty.

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The seed for writing a book inspired by Roop Kanwar’s suttee finally sprouted in November 2009, when I wrote its first draft as part of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), a nonprofit internet organization that supports writers in an effort to complete the initial draft of a novel in one month.

It would take me seven more years to finalize the draft.

The story continued to incubate. I developed the characters, sketched the settings, wrote the narrative and dialogue. But to birth a healthy novel and bring it to life, I had to experience the environment in which Roop Kanwar was born, lived, and died. I needed to converse with the people who allowed it to happen. I wanted to know the antagonist and protagonist’s viewpoints.

I visited India for a month in 2013 for that purpose. I went to the small towns of Deorala, where Roop Kanwar committed suttee, and Jhunjhunu, home of an imposing marble temple dedicated to faithful women who sacrifice their young lives immediately after their husbands’ deaths. The visit stirred feelings of remorse and wonder. Why did people celebrate sacrificial death? How does blind faith hide behind the stunning structure? Domestic and temple architecture, middle and high schools, ancient mansions with bedroom walls made of mirror-mosaics (some now converted to five-star hotels) were breathtakingly beautiful. The local flora and fauna were intriguing, and men and women’s attire colorful. I fell in love with the place. But I wasn’t there as a tourist. I was there to fulfill a quest, to do something about an event that jolted the core of my being.

Meeting with the people of Deorala opened my mind to the fact that a community’s worldview can be so different from my own. Yet my sorrow and awe about Roop Kanwar and my feelings about other widows like her were not alleviated by talking to Roop’s father-in-law, her brother-in-law and his wife, or their neighbors. Nor did I blame them after visiting her neglected and unkempt suttee site. However, the visit helped me better understand the point of view of the town residents. A magnificent temple dedicated to the goddess Sati, which locals honor and regard highly, further clarified their worldview.

My interview with Roop Kanwar’s father-in-law took place in the verandah outside the room where Roop lived with her husband. This was the room where she dressed herself in bridal attire and decked herself in jewelry before following her husband’s dead body to the cremation site. The room has been turned into a shrine, and Roop has become an ishtadevi, a manifestation of Narayani Satimata, a local goddess higher in the pantheon of the thousands of village goddesses of India.

When I asked to go to where Roop performed suttee, her father-in-law declined to walk along, but he did ask other men to take me there. I treaded the path that evidently Roop Kanwar, most probably intoxicated with bhang, walked with the help of two women. They followed her husband’s litter, which four male relatives carried. I was told a lamenting crowd of men, women, and children followed the dead body and Roop as they headed toward her husband’s funeral pyre.

Facing the desolate ground where the ritual had taken place twenty-six years earlier, I shed tears of pain for an eighteen-year-old who didn’t know better, and who no one came to rescue.

The characters in this novel are fictional, but the setting is historic. Writing it does not feel like redemption, for I still ache for the women of the world who are engulfed in outmoded traditions, who are uneducated and dependent. Women with so much potential to offer their families, their communities, and, most importantly, to themselves.

Undoubtedly, the world over, women have made tremendous progress. Yet, the path to elevating women’s social status has many roadblocks, and the process is slow. I sincerely hope The Last Suttee not only helps remove a block or two but also adds substance to the process of change.

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BOOK REVIEW; FLAME AND SONG

Title: Flame and Song

Pages:189

Publisher:Sooo Many Stories

I am particularly excited to have read my very first Ugandan published novel by Sooo Many Stories headed by extraordinaire Nyana Kakooma.

“People talk about things that are bigger than life. There’s nothing bigger than life. Life is big and beautiful as it is. You just take selections from life and put in fiction form. When you see that, it’s just the great” writes Robert Dunalley.

Personally, I believe that anyone who lands their hands on The Flame and Song can agree with the above life lesson. I also think any 90’s kid such as myself is in for one amazing ride. I must caution you excessive reading of this book will leave you with undertones of unbridled pleasure and surely your ecstasy will be justified (see what I did there, with the blog name)

The Flame and Song is a memoir of Philippa Namutebi Kabali-Kagwa. As a child born in the 1990’s, I have had an opportunity to zoom into folktales around fire told by my grandparents (before you give me the look with piercing eyes please understand that’s what my wild imagination remembers) and focus on the clear snapshots of what living in such a time entailed as Philippa pens her thoughts.

The way her thoughts gently stroke her hand as she writes with rich imagery of such a strong heritage really amazes me. Not only that, but also how Philippa carefully arranges her words with poetic grace is what makes Philippa’s memoir the memoir of the year for me. She literally opens her world to us, the readers and invites us to travel with her family from Uganda, Kenya through Ethiopia, Namibia and finally South Africa.

Did I mention how she beautiful wraps the reader’s mind around family? It reminds me of the saying my family may not be perfect together but altogether we make it” perfect. Raised by the phenomenal poet, Henry Barlow renowned for his poem,” Building the nation and a strong pillar of motherhood that her mother, Fayce personifies. Not forgetting her charming siblings Maliza, Estella, Fay, and Chris. Two of Philippa’s siblings have cerebral palsy and in such a time as then, everyone was disability sensitive (let’s just say it was like the horror of horrors). It was a major taboo and this sparked a great move by her parents to start a school a school for the disabled persons in the 1960’s

The main theme is absorbed in fire as depicted in the chapters right from “The Hearth”, Stocking the Fire”, Snuffing out the fire”, “Smouldering Embers”, “New fires” and lastly “Ashes and rekindled.”

The Hearth is introductory chapter that describes in-depth the tender youth of newly independent Uganda. The political temperatures are high and this may leave you sweating with apprehension.

She goes on to share in-depth of the then unstable political climate. The way Philippa writes with suspense choking the reader’s air captivates me especially when reading times with Idi Amin in “snuffing the fire.”

When she writes about her high school days while at Gayaza in the “Smouldering Embers”, I find that this chapter reeks of so much nostalgia for me having been an old girl at the same high school. It engrained within her Christianity and the death of the then archbishop of Uganda Janan Luwum causes her parents to change school address to Kenya High school in Nairobi.

This memoir left me highly coordinated with my emotional senses as any reader will see that death occurs to many of Philippa’s close family members. I believe that death also explains the cover which is a fusion of sunrise and sunset just like the days of our lives.

At a tender age in High school, death robs her of Uncle Jack who is her next of kin in Nairobi, her sister is also taken and unfortunately Philippa was not able to bury her. Then eventually death claims the lives of her parents starting with her father and ending with her mother. In the VIP room, is a poem centred on the theme of death and it is the most outstanding piece of poetry my eyes have stumbled upon. Each stanza will leave your mind lingering in a state of empathy and feel Philippa ‘s loss.

Here is a spoiler;

‘The builder of the nation is dead.
But he was old,’
they said.
In the VIP room, on the 6th floor, of our
national flagship hospital
we loved him and prayed for him.
It was all we could do,
impotent against a system
that made us grateful for crumbs.

After all the migrations, Philippa settles with her husband, Victor in Cape town in the 1990s.She continues to see the world as she travels and wanders through her mind to define where home is a she creates a sense of belonging with her three children.

If you would love to get yourself copy of the memoir of the year, you can get online it from Magunga Bookstore or Turn The Page Africa, and if you are in Kampala, Uganda drop by any bookshop and get it at just 32000UGX.I also finally got an opportunity to meet Phillippa at the Story Moja Festival 2017.

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Book Review: Breaking The Patterns of Failure

This book is for anyone who is confused at their current state in life, you want to succeed but nothing seems to be working, whenever an opportunity shows up…something just happens to take it away…it is not the devil, he has been defeated already…you just need to be aware of some unconscious habits or patterns that may be holding you back.

The reason you are going round in circles is because you simply don’t know better, you are in a dark room waiting for the lights to be turned on. The IN-FORMation in this book is the Light you need to break out of your current state.
The Author “Dele Olawanle” did a remarkable job breaking these patterns down, the book is practical and easy to read. With 80 short chapters, it is a book you will go through quickly and the stories make the points very easy to remember. I am currently still reading it because i don’t like rushing through books and i read multiple books at the same time but i will be showcasing my top 15 habits in this piece which will hopefully instigate a desire within you to get the book yourself so you can get access to the rest. Please feel free to drop comments when you feel led, or if you have a story that further clarifies the points made.
The objective here is to allow us read together…a lot of you don’t have time based on your busy schedule, so i am here to help you out. Information is the KEY to Transformation & Change, everyone was born to LEAD. You cannot LEAD if you do not READ!!!
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1) Failure leaves God out: If you make decisions outside of Gods will, it is like building a house on a weak foundation, you may end up building it to a point where someone looking from outside thinks the house is solid but when the storms come, it will reveal the true strength of your foundation.
We look up to celebrities and secretly admire their lives, but these guys often end up as drug addicts, commit suicide, are depressed etc, they usually have money and fame but leave God out. God is the only one who can give you wealth without sorrow, a life you can truly enjoy
2) Failure gets excited but is not proactive: You hear the word and do nothing about it, reads books and do nothing. We can go through this book together but if you don’t act on what you’ve read, it is as good as not reading it at all. Most people who fail, wait for adversity to strike before they take action. They focus on praying instead of taking pragmatic steps. Proactive people don’t wait for things to happen, they make it happen. Don’t wait for that phone call, or that promise someone made you…create another opportunity, make another call…this is what successful people do differently.
3) Failure is ungrateful: Do you take things for granted? do you say thank you when someone does something good for you? Be grateful for where you are right now because someone somewhere else has it worse. If you keep complaining, you will only see negative things and won’t be able to see the opportunities that are around you. People who fail, have a disposition of ingratitude
4) Failure is blind to personal faults: Everyone knows that one person who never admits they are wrong, they see everything through a glass rather than a mirror. They don’t apologise, they don’t believe they have weaknesses…it is always someone else’s fault. This is another trait of people who fail, it is hard to learn with this attitude and it is difficult to accept your weaknesses. Successful people are the complete opposite, they surround themselves with people that can confront them and tell them the truth without prejudice. They believe they don’t know everything, but are humble enough to accept it.
5) Failure lacks integrity: In developed countries, if you take out a loan or credit card from a bank, stick to the terms and pay back when due you will be given access to more opportunities. If you fail to do so, you lose access and give way to loan sharks.
Successful people can be trusted…they’ve been able to build trust equity over time, where they can now make transactions based on their reputations.
Failures can’t be trusted, they say one thing and do another. Think about it, do you honor all your agreements? Nobody is perfect but try as much as possible to do what you say you will do.
It even helps with your relationship with God, because if you honor your word, when God gives you His Word, you will trust Him more.
6) Failure is Lazy: I am yet to find a highly successful person that sleeps for more than 6hours everyday. Proverbs 19:15 says “Laziness casts one into a deep sleep, and an idle person will suffer hunger”
In essence, Sleep & Idleness are functions of Laziness. There’s a popular quote that says “The Idle man is the devils workshop”, you cannot be productive if you don’t have a to-do list for your goals everyday. This is how people get attracted and addicted to drugs, excessive use of alcohol, sexual immorality and just the wrong lifestyle.

Go to bed earlier, set your alarm for 6am and put your phone far away so you literally have to get up to turn it off and eliminate the temptation of a snooze fest.

Write your to-do list for the day the night before and schedule them into your day…that way you always have something to do.

7) Failure Procrastinates: The author describes Procrastination as the cousin of Laziness. These people put off what can be done today to another day. The language of Failure is “I will do it later” or “I will do it tomorrow”.

The Bible says “Now Faith is…”, not tomorrow…whatever you must do, do it NOW.
I personally believe there are some situations where this may not necessarily apply, but the point is if you are in ahabit (keyword HABIT) of putting things off to another day, you are exhibiting the pattern of failures.

8) Failure Disregards Instructions:Every time we buy any sort of appliance or product, they usually come with a manual, but very few people take the time to read it first. Failures jump into things without adequate research, they experiment with ideas that already have instructions for success. Some examples he gave in the book was Moses striking the rock when he was instructed to speak to it, Saul reserving some of the spoils from battle when he was instructed to destroy all.
Successful people always obey instructions, they learn from the mistakes of others who have gone before them. They leverage of eternal principles that don’t change.
9) Failure is always borrowing:An over dependence on credit is what made the worlds economies to fail and caused a global recession. Failure is always borrowing for consumption and not production or investment, they borrow to buy liabilities and things that don’t really matter. If you have a habit of borrowing, it is a trait of failures…start saving more and starve yourself of some immediate comforts and think long term.
10) Failure wishes but does not plan to be rich: Failures look at rich people and say to themselves “One day i will be like them”, but they don’t study the rich people to understand how they got there…nobody just becomes rich, there has to be a plan.
There are 70 more habits that form the patterns of failures…download the book here and get access to these secrets.
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BOOK REVIEW: UNDER BRIDGE, TWO SIDES OF A COIN

Under bridge, a strikingly beautiful narrative of life in 21st century Nigeria, is an exciting addition to contemporary Nigerian literature by an author, whose mastery of narrative is reminiscent of the German writer, W G Sebald.

Immanuel James has succeeded in weaving a rich blend of history, fiction, meditation and myth with Under Bridge – a tapestry in which everything blends into everything else: places, people, their stories and experiences; and this is what gives the narrative much of its fluidity.

Perhaps what makes this novel a must read is the gift it gives to the reader – the gift of choice. Under Bridge is a two sided-coin. You may choose to read it for the sheer beauty of the prose, the exuberance of its language and the engrossing story it tells; or you may choose to read it for the rich intellectual content and enjoy the robust commentaries on culture, identity, and existence.

We meet the boy, Victor Ekwueme at the onset of the novel as he is thrust into difficulty upon his parents’ divorce. We journey with him through the dusty roads and farms of Umeuge, a village in eastern Nigeria where he is born, and travel west with him as difficulties force him to Lagos, where the search for greener pastures turns into the search for self, for meaning and definition. We follow his transformation from boyhood to manhood as he goes to work in a security firm and strives to continue his education admist riveting twists and turns. On his first day at the security firm, we are introduced to Moses, whom the narrator calls Ceberus – overzealous, fat, and lousy Ceberus. Ceberus is the satirisation of the African slave-driver, depicted in some prominent African works like Wole Soyinka’s The Man Died, and Waiting For An Angel by Helon Habila.

Victor recalls an experience with Ceberus:

““Left! Right! Left! Right! Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster! Stop! Fall like a tree! I said fall flat, fools!”
The military travesty was being conducted by Moses, the operations manager. Overzealous, fat and lousy, he looked like a huge bag of meat held in place by erect bones. As he raised one booted foot after the other during the parade, I noted how his K-leg looked like the legs were wrongfully inserted in his waist, left for right. Smoke-ridden saliva formed bubbles around his lips, spattering with every speech – and Moses never spoke, he barked.
“I was a commandant in the Nigerian Army; I give you military training because that is what you need. You are a real soldiers and must behave like ones….”
I watched from a corner together with some other boys that came late too. I was both amused and frightened, amused over the free entertainment in his poor grammar, and frightened over the despotism of the parade. Suddenly Moses saw us, perhaps for the first time, and growled:
“What are this fools doing here looking like morons? Join the parade or get lost!”
We all shuffled into the lines immediately.
“No no no no! Are you even fit to join us? Oya you, take a walk let me see your gait.”
A fellow among us fidgeted, walked straight towards the gate but Moses shouted at him.
“Go home! You’re walking like a crab! The next!”
Another adjusted himself and walked forward.
“No! You too go home! You’re walking like a crab!”
Chuckles. Two more crabs and it was my turn. I already knew what Moses wanted to see, and I gave it: I bounced with exaggerated treads, springing my chest with arms floating sideways in the air. I did not walk too far else the crab crap would thunder down on me. I turned facing Moses, took a few steps, slammed my left feet on the ground and saluted. Applause! An obviously flattered Moses smiled. “Join the parade!”

The Ceberus character reveals the author’s love for humor. And it is this humor that consoles us as we journey with Victor, who is forced to confront convention, dogma and several harsh realities.  Indeed we realize, that Victor’s story is our story, the story of the young Nigerian, trying to carve a life out of chaos.

Under Bridge is a tale of the triumph of hope over daunting adversity, but it is also a tale of disappointment, love, and coming of age. It is the kind of book that you want to read again and again and again.

Under Bridge is published by Eleviv Publishing, Houston, USA. Copies are available on

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and the hard copies would be available in Nigeria by April 15.

About The Author

Immanuel James has written extensively on socio-cultural issues that underscore the human condition, constantly raising a voice for youth empowerment through intellectual engagement. He is a graduate of Mass Communication passionate about humanism, writing, and the study of Philosophy. He writes a column for The Nigerian Telegraph, and contributes regular articles to some other national media. Immanuel has a strange love for animals.

To learn more about the author visit his website at www.immanueljames.com

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