“To say he loved her, or that he loves his parents, don’t get him anywhere closer to how he felt about her. He felt he was a part of her. He came from her. He wouldn’t know how not to love her. He doesn’t even use the term; “I love myself”, to describe the way he feels about himself. “I love myself”, could only be a polarity of, “I don’t love myself”. How he feels about himself can’t be put into words. How he loved his mother couldn’t be put into words like, “Oh yeh, I love her”. But that’s all that he could only say to estimate how he felt. She was his home.”
Home is a place in ourselves where we are happy with ourselves, where we find peace with ourselves, where we are satisfied, fulfilled... The important theme coursing through all the stories in the novel, Finding a way home, is that we have to make the journey to find our homes, we have to find the path, and start walking in that path.
ISBN 9789956762033 | 264 pages | 216 x 140mm | 2015 | Langaa RPCIG, Cameroon | Paperback