Sunny’s Mother Quotes in Akata Witch
Her father believed that all one needed to succeed in life was an education. He had gone to school for many years to become a barrister, and then gone on to be the most successful child in his family. Sunny’s mother was an MD, and often talked about how excelling in school had opened opportunities to her that girls only two decades before didn’t normally get. So Sunny believed in education, too. But here was Chichi’s mother, surrounded by the hundreds of books she’d read, living in a decrepit old mud hut with her daughter.
“The second and third are the university, for true scholars. Third levelers, Ndibus, who want to keep evolving.”
“My mother goes there,” Chichi said proudly. “She’s one of the younger students, though.”
“Younger?” Chichi’s mother was about her mother’s age.
“It’s not like with Lambs,” Orlu said. “Age is one of the requirements to even start at the Obi University of Pre-Scholars. You have to be over forty-two.”
“Your parents born here?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Then you from here and there. Dual thing, you know?”
She laughed. “If you say so.”
“I know so.”
“So what’s that make me, then?”
“Who cares?” he said. “You want a juju knife, right?”
“You’ve made good progress, Sunny,” Anatov said.
“Thanks.”
“What I’d like you to think about, though, is who you are. Because within that knowledge is the key to how much you can learn.”
She frowned, thinking about what had just happened with her mother. “Oga,” she whispered, “these days I don’t really think I know who I am.” Anatov was silent. “What do you know of my grandmother? Who was she?”
Sunny’s Mother Quotes in Akata Witch
Her father believed that all one needed to succeed in life was an education. He had gone to school for many years to become a barrister, and then gone on to be the most successful child in his family. Sunny’s mother was an MD, and often talked about how excelling in school had opened opportunities to her that girls only two decades before didn’t normally get. So Sunny believed in education, too. But here was Chichi’s mother, surrounded by the hundreds of books she’d read, living in a decrepit old mud hut with her daughter.
“The second and third are the university, for true scholars. Third levelers, Ndibus, who want to keep evolving.”
“My mother goes there,” Chichi said proudly. “She’s one of the younger students, though.”
“Younger?” Chichi’s mother was about her mother’s age.
“It’s not like with Lambs,” Orlu said. “Age is one of the requirements to even start at the Obi University of Pre-Scholars. You have to be over forty-two.”
“Your parents born here?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Then you from here and there. Dual thing, you know?”
She laughed. “If you say so.”
“I know so.”
“So what’s that make me, then?”
“Who cares?” he said. “You want a juju knife, right?”
“You’ve made good progress, Sunny,” Anatov said.
“Thanks.”
“What I’d like you to think about, though, is who you are. Because within that knowledge is the key to how much you can learn.”
She frowned, thinking about what had just happened with her mother. “Oga,” she whispered, “these days I don’t really think I know who I am.” Anatov was silent. “What do you know of my grandmother? Who was she?”
