Friday, 18 April 2014

Reading Books...Creating Memories

Some years back, I had just graduated from the University. The next thing on the agenda was to have a young man ask for my hand in marriage.

Leventis Store on Marina was still in its hey days. They had some great books in their book section. I bought quite a few titles from there. I cannot for the life of me remember these titles. One or two of them were about marriage.....

I read the books as though my life depended on it. As I look back now, I wasn't deliberately reading to prepare for married life. I just enjoyed reading books. I recall this story from one of the books.

"Tunde and Tolu (I don't remember the names now) were newly married. As they finished eating dinner one evening, they had some left over meat. Tolu remarked that her mum would have cooked some beans with the left over meat. Tunde, with a smile, said, "That's what my mum would do too!" They agreed that, the following evening, they'll have for their dinner, beans made with the left over meat.

The next day, all day at work, Tunde imagined his wife cooking beans just like his mum would do. Tolu, on the other hand cleaned the house and in the evening, lovingly prepared beans, just the way her mum would have done, She set the table, with a song on her lips, delighted that she had a pleasant evening with her husband to look forward to.

She heard Tunde arrive and went to the door to welcome him. Tunde, on arrival, was a bit perplexed as he walked in to their apartment. He couldn't perceive the aroma he had looked forward to all day long. He saw the table set and asked Tolu, "Didn't you say we'll have beans for dinner tonight?" "Of course, yes" she replied, opening the dish with flourish.  Becoming irritable, Tunde looked into the dish and snapped, "This isn't beans!" Close to tears, Tolu replied, "What do you mean? This is beans!"

They exchanged a few more sentences and then paused and sat down, not wanting to quarrel. As they asked each other questions and listened carefully to one another, they learnt that though they had used the same words, they meant entirely different things. What Tunde's family referred to as beans was completely different from what Tolu's family referred to as beans."

I tucked this story away in some corner of my mind.



Fast forward some years later, I got married to my fantastic husband. Ever so frequently I found myself recalling Tunde and Tolu's story from that corner of my mind. It saved us some massive misunderstanding when we used words which we thought we both understood, only to the discover that the words meant different things to my husband and I!

That's the power that books have in building lives. I don't remember the title of the book or the name of the author. Yet, the lesson I learnt from it is still so fresh in my mind as though, I read the book just yesterday.

Many times ,when you're reading a book, you don't deliberately set out to learn something. However, some of what you read, stays with you, tucked away in some corner of your mind. Ready to be recalled and put to use when the need arises.

So will you pick up a book today, and start reading, just for the fun of it?



12 comments:

  1. I started enjoying books after I was almost raped at age 8 by a neighbour and I became afraid to go out to play. In order to kill boredom, I began to explore my dad's library (he was a voracious reader but tried very hard not to force his love for reading on his loved ones). I found books of all sorts but got hooked on the ones on adventure. Because my dad was a frequent traveller, I would give him the '20 questions' on his return from work. I would pester him during weekends on information about far flung places and he would patiently explain and describe them to me. He went on to fill the library with Enid Blytons, etc, and I never looked back since. Books became my companion, friend, and eyes. As a solo hobby, I almost became anti-social because I'd be locked up in my room for hours without any care for the world. It has been awonderful journey. Thank you ma for taking me down memory lane.

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    1. Wow! Books...my companion, friend and eyes....

      Thank you for sharing your story with us.

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  2. I learned so much from reading. So much but never once new how much reading AND writing would become a part of my life. I actually began reading the illegal James Hadley Chase books before I went off to secondary school! My Papa, MY Prof has rows and rows of them. I immersed myself in those places I had never been to meeting people I hope I never meet in real life. Lol! Then of course, I had my Sidney Sheldon season and then the Mills and Boons season and who was a child who did not read Famous Five or Secret Seven? Lol! I tell people that most of the vocab I have today is not because I too sabi, it's all from books. Thankfully 2 of my 3 children love reading and writing....Last Born Son? For now, I suspect he might be the Illustrator as he loves to draw! Lol! Well done Sis...

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    1. "I immersed myself in those places I had never been to meeting people I hope I never meet in real life.". ..."most of the vocab I have today...it's all from books." Salt, we couldn't agree with you more...

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  3. This post resonates strongly because I'm a book lover too. And I have a mini library in my home. I have learnt so much about life and imbibed lots of invaluable lessons from them. I am not really the outgoing type so I prefer a book any time any day. Interesting post.

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    1. "I have learnt so much about life and imbibed lots of invaluable lessons from them (books)." This resonates with me, it really does...

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  4. Quite an interesting and enlightening post. It reminded me of the days I use to sneak away from the kitchen on the pretence of going to the toilet to read my Mills and Boon. I read Sidney Sheldon, Harlequine Romance etc. Don't get me started on the Famous Five and the likes. It is amazing how much of what we read is deposited in our memories forming an intricate tapestry. I later learnt that writers must be readers. I have drawn inspirations from my tapestry of memories for my writing. Thanks for this great piece.

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    1. Irene, I chuckled at your "pretence of going to the toilet to read my Mills and Boon." I used a torch after lights out to read my Mills and Boon under my bed cover. Such desire to read is what I'd love to rekindle with my blog posts in the people around me. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

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  5. I think I got my love for reading from my parents. Right from Secondary school my mom in particular encourged us to buy books (with our own money I might add). I remember going to Abiola Bookshop to buy Hardy Boys, Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew etc for about N9.00 each. So many years down the lane, I still have not lost my love for books. They are a wonderful way to learn about the world and improve one's English. Stay blessed!

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    1. Adenike, Awwww N9.00 for each novel! Those were the days. Your mum was a smart woman, encouraging you to buy books with "your" money. And you're so right, reading is a great way to improve one's vocabulary.

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  6. An interesting piece! Reading just for the fun of it... I love reading and keeping books a lot. I cultivated reading culture when I was much younger. I'm a home person, hardly socialize, so I wrapped myself around my little luxury which is reading. Then, it took me some hours of the day to finish a book (my intention was always to time myself and be sure I finished a book a day, depending on the volume) Reading expounds my knowledge, broadens my imagination, opens my heart to the world, dispels boredom... My reading pace dropped sometime ago due to much activities. Thanks for reawakening it through your posts and constant challenges you gave me.

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  7. I started reading with the help of my mum. At primary five, I had started reading unassisted and would read at least a book a week. My mum provided the books; that ensured I read healthy literature. by teenage, I could now get my books. I joined the young readers club of my local town library, and it became a competition on who will read more than the other.

    Reading takes you to places you have never been before; it shares with you the experiences of others, so you do not have to learn by only your experience.

    As an adult, there is rarely any topic of discussion that I do not find myself having some idea to share; or at least following. This I acquired from reading voraciously. In my home, books and even sheets of paper are sacred. You cannot destroy a paper without first reading the content. You never know when the information will be useful.

    I weep for the youth of today. Our reading culture has gone. Thanks Dupe for your efforts in trying to rekindle the reading culture.

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