Quotes: Speaking With Our Spirits (pt.1) Flashcards
there was so much that she [Mama] did not mind.
A display of Mama’s submissive behaviour.
“Thanks be to God.” It was what Jaja and I said, what Papa expected us to say, when good things happened.
It was how Papa mended his children’s beliefs into his own- staunch Christianity.
She [Mama] spoke the way a bird eats, in small amounts.
A display of Mama’s submissive behaviour.
Papa deserved praise for not choosing to have more sons with another woman, of course, for not choosing to take a second wife.
A show of the way society worked in 1960’s Nigeria.
I wished that Mama would not compare him with Mr. Ezendu, with anybody; it lowered him, soiled him.
Kambili’s respect for Papa was a little too much and a little too blind and toxic; it was as though Papa was her God.
When I thought of affection between them, I thought of them exchanging the sign of peace at Mass, the way Papa would hold her tenderly in his arms after they had clasped hands.
Papa usually never showed affection towards Mama and Kambili was used to him abusing her.
Mama never used plastic cutlery, no matter how big the group was.
The only time Mama was allowed to socialise with other women, it was with the members of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal prayer group, and it almost seemed that she wanted to buy them with the riches she owned.
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.
There were tense situations at home but the Achike siblings loved each other fiercely.
I knew that Jaja meant [protect him] from Papa, but I did not say anything about protecting the baby.
Jaja did not want the to-be-born child to face all Kambili and him faced - both physical and mentally. However, since Kambili was loyal to Papa she did not even think he was wrong and thus felt there was no need to protect the child.
I wondered when Papa would draw up a schedule for the baby, my new brother, if he would do it right after the baby was born or wait until he was a toddler.
Papa was so strict that Kambili did not even think about what normal children think about new born babies but only thought about the way things had always been with her.
Papa smiled, and I wished I had said that before Jaja had.
Kambili desperately seemed Papa’s approval and was even willing to compete with her brother for it.
Then he [Papa] reached out and held my hand, and I felt as though my mouth were full of melting sugar.
All that Kambili did was to get her father’s approval and it seemed as though she only did and said things to please him.
Our branches never looked as bright as the demonstrators’
He looked sideways to see if Jaja and I were singing [the Igbo prayer song] and nodded approvingly when he saw our sealed lips.
Papa’s resentment towards the Igbo culture was intense and he would get violent if they did as so much as smile at something Igbo.
“I asked if you were sure you wanted to stay in the car.”
Papa’s control over Mama was horribly heartless and painful. Even when Mama wasn’t feeling well as she was pregnant, she had to put on a face that Papa would approve of.
I would hold up my dress hems so Mama could throw up into it, so we wouldn’t make a big mess in Father Benedict’s house.
The Achike siblings were so scared of causing the littlest trouble to anyone because they did not feel SAFE.