Unfortunately, I could not go past the first few pages. I was bored. I was frustrated. I tried so hard to articulate her thorough descriptions and the omnipresent point from which she wrote. To make matters worse, the main character Kambili was a girl. After weeks of clinging tight to Chimamanda, I relinquished her to my sisters who thought her rather worthwhile.
A few months after my graduation I learnt that Half of a Yellow Sun had been made into a film which featured Genevive Nnaji and had been premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival -
not to be viewed in Naija till April 2014. Though I had not see the movie yet, I was enslaved by the movie trailer, everything was fierce, perfect and captivating.
A few months ago, after so many years, I gave Chimamanda another chance to blow me away with Americanah...I am done and now on Half of a Yellow Sun. Everyone says Chimamanda is fierce. Funny. I'll tell you what she is...
'She knew, of course, that he loved her but he wondered if she knew how it consumed him, how each day was infected by her, affected by her, and she wielded power over even in his sleep'
She is beautiful...electric. I am most blown away by her characterisation of her main male characters Obinze in Americanah, and Odenigbo (played by Chiwetel Ejiofor)
'When she finally felt that desire, she was surprised above everything else. She did not know that a man's thrusts could suspend memory, that it was possible to be poised in a place where she could not think or remember, but only feel'
(Half of a Yellow Sun)
Another wonderful trend for this author is that through her aesthetics, I think, she celebrates the places she has been as brightly colour washed cache. She brandishes Nsukka, Lagos and Ibadan as the beginning of so much, its memory lingering only for so long before linking to several other dreamy destinations and creating somewhat charmed and well plotted lives, like picture from a Pablo Picasso scene. Fierce, I'd say, is the connection between her characters as her plots twirl moving back and forth.
She suspends me in sweet memories that are not are mine but some how seem so familiar...like a song that has once been sung to me or a hand that has once held me. I appreciate the plot of Americannah. So far Half of a Yellow Sun is exciting. And some how, I don't think I was ever bored of Purple Hibiscus- I shall resume reading as soon as I lay my hands on one. It seems to me now, that the boy I was then was not ready for Chimamanda's several enchanted destinations and characters. Now, I'm guilty, so guilty of being a crazed fan, combing through You Tube and every other source I can to listen to her, read and appreciate her several other stories even as I expand this single story that was once only another Nigerian tale.