What struck me this year is how many teenagers are interested in what we are doing at the tent and the library in general. We generally target the younger group, but it is the 14 to 18 year old that are asking us to engage them.
And rightly so, they are intelligent, fascinating and interesting. Today, one young lady, Chipo, bowled me over with a poem from the heart. The energy and idas from the youth needs harnessed. I promise that next year in the tent there will be a better balance of activities for the younger and older youth.
How exciting.
Here are some more pictures from today:
Pamela Chituri of the dynamic Paruware Trust reading and exploring with the wee one reading and doing puzzles.
Charmaine Mujeri (poet, actress, budding writer, manager of the afro pop group Mafriq, a member of Women Film Makers of Zimbabwe and Project Developer of the Let Them Trust) drawing out the talent from the teens.
Committee members Memory and TG getting involved and supporting the whole outreach.
Library staff Rossa, Levinia and Phiona taking care of the information stand.
A blog that began about reading and story telling and the Harare City Library and became the things I see in and around Harare.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Friday, 4 October 2013
Friday afternoon at the ZIBF
Hearts were racing, the clock was ticking, small dust devils rush past......its was 2.45pm and there was NOONE in the children's reading tent.
OH MY GOSH - there was Deborah, Maria (the swedish ambassadors wife), then the Swedish Ambasador and I twiddling our thumbs...
Of course, its the middle of the school term..not the usual end of term when families are free to visit in the afternoons. Most of the school goers were being bussed back to school or pick-up points. We had no idea if there were any young people left to hear our tales of Sweden and Scotland.
But FEAR NOT, good people, for the lighties did decend upon us. After a little marketeering around the stands, we rounded up a bunch of suitable candidates..and the storytelling began.
Here are some pictures from the afternoon. SUCH FUN!
OH MY GOSH - there was Deborah, Maria (the swedish ambassadors wife), then the Swedish Ambasador and I twiddling our thumbs...
Of course, its the middle of the school term..not the usual end of term when families are free to visit in the afternoons. Most of the school goers were being bussed back to school or pick-up points. We had no idea if there were any young people left to hear our tales of Sweden and Scotland.
But FEAR NOT, good people, for the lighties did decend upon us. After a little marketeering around the stands, we rounded up a bunch of suitable candidates..and the storytelling began.
Here are some pictures from the afternoon. SUCH FUN!
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Who's in charge of the Zimbabwe International Book Fair?
Its ZIBF time again and I got soooo excited because that means the childrens reading tent --oooooooh!
So I started jumping around, got some banners made for story telling, some book marks for new members, flyers and pens for anyone who joins at the ZIBF AND found some lovely people to come and read. I LOVE volunteers.
I worked with Takwana at the library to put together a fun filled programme.
Then I turned up today with the banners, some crayons and paper and stuff to get the tent going and it was like the set of a western movie just before the stand off...desolate!
Ever optimistic I will press on.
But I have to say this, no shout it.....THE ZIBF IS AN EVENT!
It is not a book,
or a poem
or an academic tome.
An event is run by marketeers. Let's get the important and the interesting right here when appointing organisers. I know it is a voluntary post (so little is our nations value on books), but gee whizz, give a PR person the post and then their own livelihood is at stake if they get it wrong...
Food for thought ZIBF.
Monday, 26 August 2013
Renovations almost complete
We had our August monthly committee meeting at the main library again after several months of other venues. Very noisy but so nice to see changes. There is a space for computers where there was none, the walls are painted, clean and bright (even if the architects did ignore the branding colour palette on the existing logo!!), the atrium has a new low maintenance lease of life and the flooring is a modern rubber tile. The toilets have been fixed and upgraded, disability access included. All good.
Some pics to share.
Monday, 19 August 2013
For anyone with a good idea
If you have ever had a good idea run away with you a bit- then you will know a little if what the library project feels like
The Nature of Ambition, by Grant Snider | DailyGood
The Nature of Ambition, by Grant Snider | DailyGood
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Surprise!
It has been a while.
I have a new job, and its winter and I have not felt like blogging at all.
But I think I am ready to start again. Besides, things are happening again at the library, rennovation is progressing (next post).
In the meantime, being back in an organisation after 12 years of freelancing, this article struck a cord...intellectual competition (especially by email) kinda does your head in a bit....
Enjoy the link
What Is It to Be Intellectually Humble?, by Robert Roberts
I have a new job, and its winter and I have not felt like blogging at all.
But I think I am ready to start again. Besides, things are happening again at the library, rennovation is progressing (next post).
In the meantime, being back in an organisation after 12 years of freelancing, this article struck a cord...intellectual competition (especially by email) kinda does your head in a bit....
Enjoy the link
What Is It to Be Intellectually Humble?, by Robert Roberts
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
No talking dogs says Petina Gappah
Having attended an event not too long ago where Petina Gappah and Alexander Fuller got together to discuss their writing, well actually for Petina to ask Alexander about her latest book, I was a little tentative about tonights BookCafe Bookclub. We were discussing Petina's short story collection, An Elegy for Easterly, with Petina herself.
Oooh.
I didn't much enjoy the last event, it felt very staged and I felt very managed and distant in the audience. Had I projected my disappointments onto Petina herself? But then these are/were two very different events.
Petina appeared relaxed and happy, a person amongst people, in this small crowd of 20 readers. She seemed to be nursing an ailment of sorts and asked the waiter for a 'hot, hot' glass of water with a whisky and some sugar on the side. Two ginormous spoons of sugar into a small amount of the water and whisky. It is that time of year I guess with the colder months drawing in.
But I digress.
I had only managed to read one short story from the book, In The Heart of the
Golden Triangle, a story about moving up, perhaps a little too quickly, into Harare's wealthier suburbs. A rather harsh but not unbelievable narrative of a set, because they come in three's - Leaticia, Tendai, Bertha - of unhappy women married to wealthy bankers. I can't remember why I read this one. but a strong social comment, something Petina has not been shy of in many of her articles, essays and stories.
Tonights discussion revealed just how broadly read and appreciated Petina's writing is. Our deck of readers had shuffled into them a German couple as well as a Swedish visitor and a few 'groupies' thrown in who came just to see Petina.
The short story, The Annexe Shuffle, resonated with one of our readers, who testified to the reality Petina brought to the story which was based on a lived experience of her own (having loved and lost a subsequent drinking binge saw her sober up whilst in the Annexe and then have to sit out her detention). These little gems sprung up all night. Another story, The Diplomat, was built from an actual experience by a very new and naive Zambian Diplomat Petina had known who was duped by Nigerian fraudsters - you must have had one of those emails.
The story, My cousin-sister Rambanai, also struck a common cord with the group, family members leaving Zimbabwe, coming back, going away again, shades of grey, lost accents, half truths and bold face lies. Then there is the Mupandawana Dancing champion, a 'What if....' story crafted from a Herald court story about a man dancing himself to death in a year peaking and troughing financially and politically.
And, the very last story, Midnight at the Hotel California, a tale of strange bedfellows and a short history of wheeler dealing in Zimbabwe.
Part of Petina's success is her writing style. She writes mostly in the first person, drawing you close and keeping it real. She deals in realist fiction, telling us "You will never find talking dogs in my stories - even though I am very fond of dogs". She decries the use of a glossary to explain the Shona she uses or the mixed in Shon-glish. She uses a lot. African languages should not be 'exoticised' she insists, nobody routinely puts a glossary for French or German words used in English novels (two other languages she also reads fluently in).
I watch Petina signing books at the end, on the plastic chair in her rolled-up wide legged jeans, a ringmasters coat on with pink glittery swirls on the sleeves and an everyday felt scarf in a slightly different shade of rosy purple. She looked lovely.
She told us she wants to write the particular in a way that is universal; we say yes she does.
Look out for Petina curating the Literacy Programme at HIFA next year- international and local writers- woowoo!
Also, the launch of a short film based on her story 'Something Nice from London' at the National Gallery in July, and of course her debut novel 'Book of Memory' to be published in the UK April 2014 (just in time to discuss it at HIFA).
I cannot think of a better way to meet and interact with authors than through this book club approach.
Oooh.
I didn't much enjoy the last event, it felt very staged and I felt very managed and distant in the audience. Had I projected my disappointments onto Petina herself? But then these are/were two very different events.
Petina appeared relaxed and happy, a person amongst people, in this small crowd of 20 readers. She seemed to be nursing an ailment of sorts and asked the waiter for a 'hot, hot' glass of water with a whisky and some sugar on the side. Two ginormous spoons of sugar into a small amount of the water and whisky. It is that time of year I guess with the colder months drawing in.
But I digress.
I had only managed to read one short story from the book, In The Heart of the
Golden Triangle, a story about moving up, perhaps a little too quickly, into Harare's wealthier suburbs. A rather harsh but not unbelievable narrative of a set, because they come in three's - Leaticia, Tendai, Bertha - of unhappy women married to wealthy bankers. I can't remember why I read this one. but a strong social comment, something Petina has not been shy of in many of her articles, essays and stories.
Tonights discussion revealed just how broadly read and appreciated Petina's writing is. Our deck of readers had shuffled into them a German couple as well as a Swedish visitor and a few 'groupies' thrown in who came just to see Petina.
The short story, The Annexe Shuffle, resonated with one of our readers, who testified to the reality Petina brought to the story which was based on a lived experience of her own (having loved and lost a subsequent drinking binge saw her sober up whilst in the Annexe and then have to sit out her detention). These little gems sprung up all night. Another story, The Diplomat, was built from an actual experience by a very new and naive Zambian Diplomat Petina had known who was duped by Nigerian fraudsters - you must have had one of those emails.
The story, My cousin-sister Rambanai, also struck a common cord with the group, family members leaving Zimbabwe, coming back, going away again, shades of grey, lost accents, half truths and bold face lies. Then there is the Mupandawana Dancing champion, a 'What if....' story crafted from a Herald court story about a man dancing himself to death in a year peaking and troughing financially and politically.
And, the very last story, Midnight at the Hotel California, a tale of strange bedfellows and a short history of wheeler dealing in Zimbabwe.
Part of Petina's success is her writing style. She writes mostly in the first person, drawing you close and keeping it real. She deals in realist fiction, telling us "You will never find talking dogs in my stories - even though I am very fond of dogs". She decries the use of a glossary to explain the Shona she uses or the mixed in Shon-glish. She uses a lot. African languages should not be 'exoticised' she insists, nobody routinely puts a glossary for French or German words used in English novels (two other languages she also reads fluently in).
I watch Petina signing books at the end, on the plastic chair in her rolled-up wide legged jeans, a ringmasters coat on with pink glittery swirls on the sleeves and an everyday felt scarf in a slightly different shade of rosy purple. She looked lovely.
She told us she wants to write the particular in a way that is universal; we say yes she does.
Look out for Petina curating the Literacy Programme at HIFA next year- international and local writers- woowoo!
Also, the launch of a short film based on her story 'Something Nice from London' at the National Gallery in July, and of course her debut novel 'Book of Memory' to be published in the UK April 2014 (just in time to discuss it at HIFA).
I cannot think of a better way to meet and interact with authors than through this book club approach.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
We need to re-make a “Place” for our Harare City “Public” Library
At Harare City Library we are focusing in 2013 on renovation and repair.
So,how does the look and feel affect how the library is used?
The library as brick and mortar is quite often
the object of affection.
People talk about libraries as beautiful and many are: marble-laden breezeways,
Corinthian columns, dark-wooden bookcases housing centuries of knowledge. Our own lovely library has an amazing history. A book by one Peter Jackson persists on the shelf of my friend Jacquie Borland. I took a picture of the book cover and two fascinating pictures of what our library used to be before it was knocked down to make way for the new, sometime in the 1960's. Fascinating, arn't they. And quite the awesome structures! Imagine , knocking this down for concrete?
C'est la vie.
Beautiful, yes. But are they places to take a class on financial
management, to meet with colleagues, or to apply for government services? You
certainly don’t see many computers.
Let’s think about creating (or rethinking) the
space of the modern library. Which changes would you make to our own public
library’s space? Fewer walls? More breakout space? More study space? Mobile
services? I have visited the Project for Public Spaces (PPS) website, which is a non-profit
that provides planning, design, educational, and organizational services
that aim to help “people create and sustain public spaces that build stronger
communities.” They say-
- There is a relationship between the panning, design and management of a public library and community engagement. No point in just fawning over the opulence of the world’s most iconic libraries, our library in Harare is indeed an award winner but it needs also to be a space that facilitates a diverse range of activities. Or what’s the point??? The only way that this can really happen effectively, is with input from the community. Engagement begets engagement. GET INVOLVED!
- Local government and communities must work together to create durable, yet flexible, community spaces. Oh this is so our bug bear! New or revamped library structures are not enough to tackle a city’s most pressing issues. Our City Fathers must actually put some money where their mouths are (or maybe divert a little from the petrol tanks attached to their large V6 pothole dodging vehicles). At least for running costs, surely. LEADERSHIP BY EXAMPLE IS EVERYTHING!
The real beauty of a library rests in how the
community continually reinvents the space.
Why reinvent the wheel, when some clued up
specialists at ‘Beyond Access’ have already said it! This blog is adapted from
a recent Beyond Access article: beyondaccess.net/blog/2013/04/19/making-place-for-public-libraries/
When Public Libraries and NGOs join forces!
When NGOs realise the role of already existing institutions and structures, partnerships that transform lives can be the result.
Check this NGO/Public Library partnership next door in SA.
Masiphumelele Public Library, South Africa | EIFL
This could be our HCL!
Check this NGO/Public Library partnership next door in SA.
Masiphumelele Public Library, South Africa | EIFL
This could be our HCL!
Public Libraries for Youth Empowerment and Employment?
Check this article out. What we can learn from Uganda.
National Library of Uganda, with Lira and Masindi public libraries | EIFL
This could be our HCL!
National Library of Uganda, with Lira and Masindi public libraries | EIFL
This could be our HCL!
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Harare City Library celebrated International Story Telling Day
We did it, we hooked into the global network and organised a story telling event on March 20th. Well done all involved!
I have been so busy lately at work with travel and functions that I have missed quite a few meetings and events.
A writing competition.
Storytelling Day.
I also missed the last BookCafe book club on Monday 25th :(
Every cloud has a silver lining, and this one is that the library is slowly but surely gathering energy and enthusiasm to get a few more things done. More staff and committee members are getting involved, and the funding partners are starting to get behind activities. Not easy in a very difficult financial and operating environment for staff to get involved, or the committee members who are mostly volunteers with day jobs.
There is no money in the renovation project for running costs, staff training or recruitment. It is all down to library members to pay their fees and their subs. And membership still remains very, very low. Not enough yet to pay a living wage to staff and interns. Without rental income on some critical library space (not ideal) the library would surley have to shut.
Go on, join the library.
Like us on facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Harare-City-Library/146502845409703?ref=hl
We need your support.
I have been so busy lately at work with travel and functions that I have missed quite a few meetings and events.
A writing competition.
Storytelling Day.
I also missed the last BookCafe book club on Monday 25th :(
Every cloud has a silver lining, and this one is that the library is slowly but surely gathering energy and enthusiasm to get a few more things done. More staff and committee members are getting involved, and the funding partners are starting to get behind activities. Not easy in a very difficult financial and operating environment for staff to get involved, or the committee members who are mostly volunteers with day jobs.
There is no money in the renovation project for running costs, staff training or recruitment. It is all down to library members to pay their fees and their subs. And membership still remains very, very low. Not enough yet to pay a living wage to staff and interns. Without rental income on some critical library space (not ideal) the library would surley have to shut.
Go on, join the library.
Like us on facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Harare-City-Library/146502845409703?ref=hl
We need your support.
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Shimmer Chinodya interviewed on Oprah?
The book cafe hosted its second book club on Monday 25th February. This time we started a little later at 6pm, but that gave everyone a chance to buy a soda, a coffee or something stronger from the bar.
Once again it was a vibrant and lively event. 18 souls sat on white plastic chairs to discuss Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (the paper back version is $14 from the book cafe bookshop -Taku who runs it came and opened up at the end of the meeting so we could browse and buy).
I read this book for the second time (and on a kindle too! first time ever).
I loved the simple narrative style and the way every character reminded me of someone, just a little. Chimamanda sticks to a descriptive narrative voice that makes you feel closer to the characters and events. I like that. She has a beautiful turn of phrase that just helps bring the characters to life:
Kembili “We did that often, asking each other questions whose answers we already knew. Perhaps it was so that we would not ask the other questions, the ones whose answers we did not want to know.”
Sister cousin Amaka “People have crushes on priests all the time, you know. It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival.”
Aunty Ifeoma “Eugene has to stop doing God's job. God is big enough to do his own job. ”
Whilst the characters are all believable, book club members had some divergent thoughts. One of the biggest issues debated was the novels end .
'It was thumbed in' said Shimmer.
'Beatrice the wife just changed character too dramatically at the end, refusing relatives on the property, speaking her mind, letting her son go to prison for her husbands murder' said one group member, Tafadzwa, with passion.
'It ran out of steam, it finished too quickly, it was a muffled explosion!' chipped in the others (amongst them budding writers, students, mums and dads).
Throughout the evening the tensions between piety and guilt, faith and fanaticism, the church and colonialism in the narrative were discussed. The latter raised comparisons with Achebe's 'Things Fall Apart'. But most of all, whether the story line (and characters) borrowed a little too much from Tsitsi Dangarembga's 'Nervous Conditions'.
In Purple Hibiscus our teenage narrator, Kambili, is struggling with two worlds; her stifling and cruel home life, and the world around her (seen especially through the contrasting family life of her paternal Aunt Ifeoma, a liberal university lecturer whose faith is much less garroting than her brothers).
In Nervous Conditions the teenage protagonist, Tambu, yearns to be free of the constraints of her rural village, especially the limited lives of the women. When she is sponsored to school by an uncle she meets a character, Nyasha, who is chafing under her father's authority (although her circumstances are different the strict religious overtones are a common thread).
What do you think? Read all three and find out for yourself I guess.
I know there are few stories that do not borrow from others. The theme of religion and women in african society is a hot potato that will be tossed from writer's hand to writer's hand for, most likely, eternity.
One thing we did agree on as a group was to come back home, and read a local Zimbabwean author next. The date - Monday 25th March.
We chose 'Chioniso and other stories' by our own Shimmer Chinodya (published in 2012). An opportunity to ask questions to and with a present author (how exciting). We felt the Nigerian authors had been romanced enough. Indeed, internationally so.
Despite his first books being published when he was just 18 years old, the much acclaimed 'Harvest of Thorns' , a caine prize short list for 'Can We Talk' and even being Distinguished Visiting Professor in Creative Writing and African Literature at the University of St Lawrence in upstate New York, we have not yet had a Zimbabwean author on Oprah (though her favourite guest was reportedly a Zimbabwean).
Shimmer Chinodya wants to be on Oprah. I heard it from the authors mouth :D
But my money is on Noviolet Bulawayo. That is another book for another time.
Once again it was a vibrant and lively event. 18 souls sat on white plastic chairs to discuss Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (the paper back version is $14 from the book cafe bookshop -Taku who runs it came and opened up at the end of the meeting so we could browse and buy).
I read this book for the second time (and on a kindle too! first time ever).
I loved the simple narrative style and the way every character reminded me of someone, just a little. Chimamanda sticks to a descriptive narrative voice that makes you feel closer to the characters and events. I like that. She has a beautiful turn of phrase that just helps bring the characters to life:
Kembili “We did that often, asking each other questions whose answers we already knew. Perhaps it was so that we would not ask the other questions, the ones whose answers we did not want to know.”
Sister cousin Amaka “People have crushes on priests all the time, you know. It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival.”
Aunty Ifeoma “Eugene has to stop doing God's job. God is big enough to do his own job. ”
Whilst the characters are all believable, book club members had some divergent thoughts. One of the biggest issues debated was the novels end .
'It was thumbed in' said Shimmer.
'Beatrice the wife just changed character too dramatically at the end, refusing relatives on the property, speaking her mind, letting her son go to prison for her husbands murder' said one group member, Tafadzwa, with passion.
'It ran out of steam, it finished too quickly, it was a muffled explosion!' chipped in the others (amongst them budding writers, students, mums and dads).
Throughout the evening the tensions between piety and guilt, faith and fanaticism, the church and colonialism in the narrative were discussed. The latter raised comparisons with Achebe's 'Things Fall Apart'. But most of all, whether the story line (and characters) borrowed a little too much from Tsitsi Dangarembga's 'Nervous Conditions'.
In Purple Hibiscus our teenage narrator, Kambili, is struggling with two worlds; her stifling and cruel home life, and the world around her (seen especially through the contrasting family life of her paternal Aunt Ifeoma, a liberal university lecturer whose faith is much less garroting than her brothers).
In Nervous Conditions the teenage protagonist, Tambu, yearns to be free of the constraints of her rural village, especially the limited lives of the women. When she is sponsored to school by an uncle she meets a character, Nyasha, who is chafing under her father's authority (although her circumstances are different the strict religious overtones are a common thread).
What do you think? Read all three and find out for yourself I guess.
I know there are few stories that do not borrow from others. The theme of religion and women in african society is a hot potato that will be tossed from writer's hand to writer's hand for, most likely, eternity.
One thing we did agree on as a group was to come back home, and read a local Zimbabwean author next. The date - Monday 25th March.
We chose 'Chioniso and other stories' by our own Shimmer Chinodya (published in 2012). An opportunity to ask questions to and with a present author (how exciting). We felt the Nigerian authors had been romanced enough. Indeed, internationally so.
Despite his first books being published when he was just 18 years old, the much acclaimed 'Harvest of Thorns' , a caine prize short list for 'Can We Talk' and even being Distinguished Visiting Professor in Creative Writing and African Literature at the University of St Lawrence in upstate New York, we have not yet had a Zimbabwean author on Oprah (though her favourite guest was reportedly a Zimbabwean).
Shimmer Chinodya wants to be on Oprah. I heard it from the authors mouth :D
But my money is on Noviolet Bulawayo. That is another book for another time.
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