Since our meeting during the day, I thought only of her. I knew a beautiful night awaited us. I tried to get closer to her in the early evening. She was reluctant. I waited.
At a time when great minds, creators and creatives meet, I took it in my hands. Its envelope was pleasant to the touch. I turned it upside down; I swiveled her around, in no hurry to discover what she was hiding deep inside her.
Then, then, then what I dreaded happened. I opened it.
I knew the night was going to be long. Oh yes ! That it was long and good. I spent the night with her. She is KIDAL, the new release of Myrtille Akofa HAHO.
It is one of those works that grabs you instantly and you never get tired of it. If the dream of any author is to captivate his reader, Myrtille Akofa HAHO has succeeded in this bet brilliantly. None of the six short stories in this collection leaves you indifferent. The author plunges us from the beginning into a journey on "Kidal", bitter or sweet according to our appreciation of the "Choroquine", in search of "a husband who has gone to make his star". It is also the journey of an "intelligent mole" on the journey of man and animal, a journey that undoubtedly comes close to our daily lives. If the author decides to take us willingly into the maze of polygamy through the notes of a "conjugal Assahoun", she will nevertheless conclude on a good note of piety, with a "holy quest", in order to render to God what belongs to God and Caesar what belongs to Caesar!
Each of the six short stories from Kidal seems to have been waiting for the reader for a very long time. The author facilitated, as if by osmosis, a meeting; one of the best may be your literary passion. Thanks Blueberry.
Kidal, the new eponym remains my favorite. She speaks to us of love. Yes, we can love in Kidal, despite the remnants of war and terrorist threats and scandals. We can love despite distance and silence. And even if this love succeeds in dragging us far from the desert, under the hot sun, where the teapot and the glass remain helpless witnesses of the disaster, we can love.
Kidal is beautiful! Kidal is not to be hated. And whatever we say, "we don't always succeed in hating what we have cherished (P19)".
Kidal is available from the author and in bookstores. Don't worry about this trip. Treat yourself.
By Erroce E. Ekundayo YANCLO
