A Book Review On Face Me I Face You by Oyindamola Shoola
"FATHER! Maldives will look good on my skin, and let my melanin pop like Otedola’s pikin. FATHER! Relocate me to Canada, and let my backyard be America. FATHER! Rolls-Royce is my inheritance, and let my enemies tremble at my presence!” If you’ve ever lived in a "Face Me I Face You" apartment, the poems and stories in this book will feel familiar to you. But before we get into the details of the book, let me take you down memory lane, recalling my own childhood experiences in a place just like this. As far back as I can remember, my parents moved houses only five times over the course of 24 years. Out of those five, I can clearly recall the experiences in just three of them. The first two homes were from a time when I was too young to hold onto any clear memories of life in those places. But the memories of the remaining three are vivid and clear. In one of the many places we’ve lived, there’s one house where I feel like I’ve lived many lives, with memories wrapped aroun...