⌗AtoZ Challenge, 13th April 2020, K is for Kathy’s Kitchen.


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Oscar Wilde 1854.

Welcome to the 2020 APRIL A to Z Challenge

if you would like to know more about the A to Z Challenge, founded 11 years ago by Arlee Bird at Tossing Out,  read here

for my theme revealed , go here on Blogger

On WordPress, read here 

Q will be a day to answer all your questions on my novel in progress, so feel free to write them down in your comment, on any day till then. On the 20th April, I will compile all the questions and answer each one on my Q post.

My Tenth extract will appear after Mathilda’s trip to Hattiesburg, half-way through the novel.

K is for Kathy’s Kitchen

Brief synopsis of plot and characters :

Mathilda, my first main character, is American and lives in New York City. She is a student at NYU where she is preparing a thesis on the origins and developments of African American Music. She is a first person narrator. Her timeframe is 2005. In my previous extracts, Mathilda has travelled to New Orleans, Jekyll Island and Hattiesburg.

Bartolomé, my second main character, is Cameroonian and lives in Yaoundé. He is a professor of Mathematics at the University there. I will be using a third-person narrator for this character from his Point of View. His timeframe is the early ’90’s. In my previous extracts, Bartolomé has made a trip up North for his grand-father’s funeral and decided to leave Yaoundé behind for good.

Cherokee.

Kathy comes towards me, dancing between the tables to my seat by the window. i’m overlooking the park : a small brook with a Japanese-shaped wooden bridge and a copse of dense bamboo shoots where small children are running in and out squealing, like playing in a maze.

” So how’s your lamb roast, dearie ? “

” Succulent Kathy. The potatoes, carrots and green beans are heaven in the gravy. Thank you for recommending it.”

” You’re welcome. I’ll check on you in a while. And don’t forget our date at 4 p.m.”

” No chance of that Kathy, I can’t wait for you to tell me all about it.”

After I have smacked my lips on the last bite of blueberry fried cornbread,  I wander around the town of Cherokee. I stop by the statue in front of the Museum of the Cherokee Indian. On the plate at its base are written the words : ” Welcome, I want to tell you a story, a very old story … “. The statue represents a wagon full to the brim with sacks, stools, canvas, calabash bowls, drums and sitting on top, a host of children clinging to rag toys. Captured in strenuous effort, the adults pull and push, closed-faced. A woman walks alongside, the baby in her arms is wailing. Into the bronze are even chiseled tears on cheeks.

I don’t need any more enticing. I pay my $7 entry fee and find myself in an amazing room, in the middle of which stands a tall life-like Indian in full dress, head open to the sky, chanting to the heavens. Music fills my ears from several invisible speakers. The haunting melody swims behind my eyes and the beat of muted drums tunes into my heart’s rhythm. I can feel the earth vibrate from a core deep down below the soles of my feet. I sway and nearly lose my balance, so I open my knees slightly and plant myself like an oak. I let the images that spring into my mind swim over me, enveloping me in a wave of deep-seated memory that I was not aware I possessed.

I see a plain, a forest, a running stream and then around a clearing, white smeared faces dancing around a fire whose sparks flutter to the smiling moon. Then I know I have travelled very far. At last, I am in Africa. The name resonates in my lungs, then my brain buckles. I am lost, stunned into the room once more.

©susanbauryrouchard

Mari Boine, Eagle Brother, here

Cherokee Morning Song, here

Drums of Thunder, here

OASIS

Born on a different Cloud, 2002, here

Let there be Love, 2005, here

Stop crying your Heart out, extract film, The Butterfly Effect 2004, watch here

Force of Nature, here

My photos from our trip to Cherokee, April 2008

It’s My Birthday, watch here

Covid-19 solidarity.

Thank you for reading and see you tomorrow. Happy Easter Monday.

3 thoughts on “⌗AtoZ Challenge, 13th April 2020, K is for Kathy’s Kitchen.

    1. I have to add that Mari Boine is a musician I’ve encountered before as the Saami culture fascinates me. I’ve written Saami shamanic protagonists in two different projects – a seeress outcast in the Scandinavia parts of my post-apocalypse saga, and the slave-girl who triggers my alternative Viking history.

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