Não quero dar a conhecer tudo agora, prefiro ir dando umas pistas para vos aguçar o gosto, espero que gostem.
“ “ Don’t you know how to smile?” he asked.
“What?”
He reached across, tugged lightly at the sides of my lips.
“Smile.”
I wanted to smile, but I could not. My lips and cheeks were frozen, unthawed by the sweat runnig down the sides of my nose. I was too aware that he was watching me.”
“ “Come in,” he said. He was standing by the tub. “Climb into the tub.”
I stared at Papa. Why was he asking me to climb into the tub? … there was no stick anywhere.
…
When Jaja and I were younger … we always chose whistling pine because the branches were malleable, not as painful as the stiffer branches from the gmelina or the avocado.
…
He had never asked me to stand inside a tub. Then I noticed the kettle on the floor, close to Papa’s feet, the green kettle Sisi used to boil hot water for tea and garri, the one that whistled when the water started to boil.
“You should strive for perfection. You should not see sin and walk right into it.” He lowered the kttle into the tub, tilted it toward my feet. He poured the hot water on my feet … The pain of contact was so pure, so scalding, I felt nothing for a second. And then I screamed.
“That is what you do to yourself when you walk into sin. You burn your feet,” he said."
por hoje fico por aqui, amanhã há mais e no fim, desvendo o livro.
;o)