MWENGI's Literature Analysis

Mention the book you know

0.Amazing son in law
1.Scarlet song by Mbariama Ba
2.Siku Njema by Ken Walibora
3.Going down the river by Mejja mwangi
4.White teeth by okot p bitek
5.Tumbo Lisiloshiba by Said A mohamhed
6. Across the bridge by Gicheru Mwangi
7.Women and maumau by muthoni
8.Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe
9.The defence of Lawino by on it bitek
10.There was a country by Chinua Achebe
11.A man of the people by Chinua Achebe
12.No longer at ease by Chinua Achebe
13.The concubine by Elachi Amadi
14.The promised land by Grace ogot
15.Poems from east Africa by David Rubadiri
16.Nairobi noir by
17.Shreds of tenderness by John Ruganda
19.Animal farm by George Orwell
20.My sister the serial killer
21.Think big by Ben Carson
22.The science of getting rich by Wallace Wattles
23.The ministers daughter by Mwangi Ruheni
24. Encounters from Africa by Gade Sobott Mogwe
25.An enemy of the people by Henrik Ibsen
25.A doll's house by Henrik Ibsen
26.My life in a crime by John Kiriamiti
27.Son of fate by John Kiriamiti
28.My life in prison by John Kiriamiti
29.My life with a criminal be by John Kiriamiti
30.The river between by Ngugi wa Thiong'o
31. I will marry when I want by Ngugi wa Thiong'o
32.Devil on the cross by Ngugi wa Thiong'o
33.Detained by Ngugi wa Thiong'o
34.The river and the source by Margaret Ogola
35.Nairobi heat
36.Black star Nairobi
37.White maasai
The memory of love
38.True love 1&2
39.The girl was mine by David Karanja
40.one night with the ceo by sosa mia
41.Shamba boy saga by Anthony Kerry
42.unbuttoning the ceo by sosa mia
43.The government inspector by Nicholai golgol
44.We need new names by Noviolet Bwawayo
45.Born a crime by Trevor Noah
46.Betrayal in the city by Francis Imbuya
47.Caucasian chalk circle Brecht bolt
48.Laws of power by Robert Greene
49.The pearl by John Steinbeck
50.Tears of marriage by Richmond Kenyatta
51.Rich dad poor dad by Robert Kiyosaki
52.Blossoms of the savannah

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MEMORIES WE LOST

By Lidudumalingani

About the Author

The author Lidudumalingani was born in the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa in a village called Zikhovane.

Lidudumalingani is a writer, filmmaker and a photographer. He grew up herding cattle and moulding goats from clay and later grew fond of words and images.

He writes about music, art, culture and films for the Mail, Guardian and Africa is my country.

He has published in literature journals Chimurenga chronic and pufrock and the second short, sharp story collection Adults only.

He currently lives in Cape Town

The Title

Memories we lost is a biography. The life of a sister seen by a younger sister.

The story is about mental illness and its effect.

It is first described as this thing that takes the narrator's younger sister. Over time it robs the sister of the ability to speak and remember hence the title Memories we lost. The title is a reflection of loss and regret.

The setting

The story is set in South Africa, indeed the author Lidudumalingani is a South African. A number of South African indigenous words are used in the story.

Powerful picture message

CRITICAL analysis of No coffin, No grave by Jared Angira.

This is a scornfully sarcastic poem by Angira and many reviewers claim that it also mirrors his style. The poem is a chronicle of events that marked the death of a traitor-ruler who was “buried without a coffin” (line 1) and whose post-mortem was carried out by scavengers, vultures in the open, outside a place where people go to celebrate and have fun. A night club! (line 6). This gives a sense that his death may have been wished and when it came, it was a necessary party for his people.

Angira goes on to say that “stuttering rifles” (line 7) gave the salute when he died. The same two quoted word are used in Wilfred Owen’s poem “Anthem for Doomed Youth” where he discusses the scene before a war, intimating that the soldiers on the field are doomed to death by the shots from their own stuttering rifles. As is signal of state burials, prominent people are given a uniform salute by a regimental gunshot of a section of the army. But our politician only received a stuttering rifle’s salute, to give us a hint that his gun salute was probably the bullets that killed him; ununiformed. And confirmation reaches us, when we read that his car knelt – came to its knees, literally – in a defeatist action and wrapped itself in its master’s blood (lines 10-11). He died in his car and the car came to a grinding halt.

Angira quotes the colours of the Kenyan flag (red, black and white- line 14) as testament to the true nature of the politician whose deeds alone were correct. So since there wasn’t any yellow, he asks “Who could signal yellow” or contradict the politicians? After all, politics was for the “experts” while the common man was cursed to brood on books, think about schoolgirls and hunger, sleeping under torn mosquito nets (lines 15-22). And if our politician should step into a bar, he is the lord (line 24) and woman magnet (line 25) who speaks the language of money; the people’s money.