I will be writing a readers response to The Rabbi’s Cat written by Joann Sfar. The main thesis of this book is how religion and tradition influence a person.
The text has much to do with me personally since I am a believer of following tradition and also of religion. In my culture our religion is our culture and our culture is deeply rooted in tradition. It is quite difficult to separate the two, but it can be done. No matter where one may venture off too their religion and tradition will follow closely behind them because that is what makes the person who she/he is.
The text agrees with how I view the world especially when the donkey and kitty are arguing over where the name Safr comes from. The author was indicating that it does not matter where the name came from because in the end they are still going to pray to the same higher being. Another part of the text that I agree with is when Juan returns home from Paris and wants to follow all the traditional rules to bury his grandfather. For many people that travel abroad to study or to live they try to follow the traditional ways as if they were home in their native land. This shows that tradition is kept regardless of where ones goes.
Joann Sfar made it a point for the kitty to challenge his rabbi’s master about religion. From this I learned that one can never know all the information about what is being taught in religion. Some things just have to be unknown because there is no other way to explain them.
My views were not challenged by this text. This text just allowed my views to expand and see them from other’s point of view.
Religion is important to everyone if they believe in a higher power. When a person has no other person to turn to or cannot find an answer to why something has happened we turn to religion. We turn to what comforts us when no one or anything ever will. The higher power is forgiving of your sins and therefore, we can do no wrong in the higher powers eyes. This relates to when the rabbi went to Paris and had a feast that was non kosher. Upon his arrival home he informed the others that nothing happened to him when he did not eat kosher and that he asked for forgiveness from God. The rabbi stated, “ So my friends, if we can be happy without respecting the Torah, why should we exhaust ourselves to apply all these precepts that make life so complicated”(147)?
The Rabbi’s Cat written by Joann Sfar is a wonderful book. It opens the readers mind to how religion and tradition is questioned by different people within the same religion. It allows the reader to see everyone’s point of view including the kitty, who at one point did not know if he wanted to be a Jewish kitty or not. When the kitty got his voice was some of the most interesting parts of the book.
I enjoyed reading this book and am also interested in reading the Rabbi’s Cat part 2. This book could be used as entertainment but it is better suited for arguments of religion seen from different people’s view point. I would recommend this text to many because it is a graphic novel which means you get the best of both worlds while reading.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
To which side do I belong?
This reader’s response will be to Minutes of Glory written by Ngugi wa Thiong’o (James Ngugi). The main thesis of this story is that one must like themselves in general or they make themselves become a repulsive to others due to lack of self confidence and lack of self esteem.
There have been many times that this pattern continues to happen throughout childhood. First, it starts in grade school when children tease you and pick on you because you are different. This usually causes children to have a lowered self esteem about themselves. It then happens again in high school. The teasing and bullying may or may not be present at this point but the feeling as if no one notices you and are an outcast to the school population does exist. “Beatrice as a sweeper and bedmaker became even more invisible”. In grade school I constantly had this little boy pick on me all the time. At one point I had actually started to think that I was all the things that he said. Being a child your self esteem can be easily broken. I eventually told my mother, and she informed me that, boys at that age, usually tease you because they liked you. She told me that when he says all those mean things to me to turn it around as if he sending you tons of compliments. My mother’s idea worked. From that point on I no longer let the crude insults hurt my confidence because he was truly giving me tons of praise.
The part of the text that I agree with is when Ngugi wrote, “ Had she not, in Limuru, seen girls blacker than herself transformed overnight from ugly sins into white stars by a touch of skin-lighting crèmes? And men would ogle them, would even take with exaggerated pride of their newborn girl friends. Men were strange creatures, Beatrice thought in moments of searching analysis. They talked heatedly against Ambi, Butone, Firesnow, Moonsnow, wigs, straightened hair; but they always went for the girl with an Ambi-lightened skin and head covered with a wig made in imitation of European or Indian hair”. This portrait of men still exists today in our society. Men talk so much about wanting a girl that is all natural. No cosmetic surgery, breast implants, chemical treatments to the hair. Just a good old fashion pretty woman. Yet, they turn around and are attracted and date these same women that they just talked so badly about. How can you hate one thing but love it when it appears in your presence. Men can not have it both ways they must choose which kind of woman that they want and stick with that image. Of course, we women all know that this will not happen.
The battle that Beatrice is having with herself to become the colonized person or remain the native person is very challenging to me. At first, Beatrice resented having the name Wanjiru because it made her sound as if she was not beautiful; she now goes by her Christian name Beatrice which refers to beauty. She then tries to lighten her skin using the Ambi cream. “Beatrice never tried to find the root cause of this black self-hatred, she simply accepted the contradiction and applied herself to Ambi with vengeance. She had to rub out the black shame”. It is not a shameful thing to be black, but living in a colonized country you are the minority, and the minority is colonized into thinking that they are not equal to others if their appearance does not match that of the colonizer. I learned that there has to be a balance to everything in life. You can retain your name because in African culture your name comes from great meanings and also assimilate your appearance to what you are comfortable with. It does not have to be the appearance of the colonizer but an appearance that makes you feel proud to be of African descent and one that you can equally appreciate as being beautiful. “ She went to the mirror and looked at her mew self”.
A woman’s power is no longer the ability to give birth and care for and nurture children. Her power comes from the great things that she has done throughout her life and the success that she has obtained. Power should not be seen as a sexual attraction, but as a great accomplishment that we have strived to obtain. The way that one dresses, talks, and the cars that they drive show power; but let us not forget that the greatest power that we, as humans, have in our possession is the mind.
Ngugi wrote this story with a gender bias. He felt that when women act out that they should get punished. This I don’t agree with because when men act they should receive the same type of punishment. Although, I do like that Ngugi showed how the people at the bar were indeed hypocrites. These were the same people that would not give Beatrice( Wanjiru) any of their precious time and just seen her an invisible soul floating around making beds and sweeping. Once she returned and was dressed and carried herself with poise and confidence everyone wanted some of her attention. Once she was arrested, and taken out by the police the people in the bar all went back to ignoring Beatrice and making fun of what she has done.
I enjoyed the text although I did not like how the story ended. This text is used more so as a work of art than entertainment because it is shows how the colonization of the mind can affect the person. So, there is a message within story. I have enjoyed reading this story and others by Ngugi. You can distinctly see a difference in the endings when he writes compared to women that wrote short stories at this time period on similar topics.
There have been many times that this pattern continues to happen throughout childhood. First, it starts in grade school when children tease you and pick on you because you are different. This usually causes children to have a lowered self esteem about themselves. It then happens again in high school. The teasing and bullying may or may not be present at this point but the feeling as if no one notices you and are an outcast to the school population does exist. “Beatrice as a sweeper and bedmaker became even more invisible”. In grade school I constantly had this little boy pick on me all the time. At one point I had actually started to think that I was all the things that he said. Being a child your self esteem can be easily broken. I eventually told my mother, and she informed me that, boys at that age, usually tease you because they liked you. She told me that when he says all those mean things to me to turn it around as if he sending you tons of compliments. My mother’s idea worked. From that point on I no longer let the crude insults hurt my confidence because he was truly giving me tons of praise.
The part of the text that I agree with is when Ngugi wrote, “ Had she not, in Limuru, seen girls blacker than herself transformed overnight from ugly sins into white stars by a touch of skin-lighting crèmes? And men would ogle them, would even take with exaggerated pride of their newborn girl friends. Men were strange creatures, Beatrice thought in moments of searching analysis. They talked heatedly against Ambi, Butone, Firesnow, Moonsnow, wigs, straightened hair; but they always went for the girl with an Ambi-lightened skin and head covered with a wig made in imitation of European or Indian hair”. This portrait of men still exists today in our society. Men talk so much about wanting a girl that is all natural. No cosmetic surgery, breast implants, chemical treatments to the hair. Just a good old fashion pretty woman. Yet, they turn around and are attracted and date these same women that they just talked so badly about. How can you hate one thing but love it when it appears in your presence. Men can not have it both ways they must choose which kind of woman that they want and stick with that image. Of course, we women all know that this will not happen.
The battle that Beatrice is having with herself to become the colonized person or remain the native person is very challenging to me. At first, Beatrice resented having the name Wanjiru because it made her sound as if she was not beautiful; she now goes by her Christian name Beatrice which refers to beauty. She then tries to lighten her skin using the Ambi cream. “Beatrice never tried to find the root cause of this black self-hatred, she simply accepted the contradiction and applied herself to Ambi with vengeance. She had to rub out the black shame”. It is not a shameful thing to be black, but living in a colonized country you are the minority, and the minority is colonized into thinking that they are not equal to others if their appearance does not match that of the colonizer. I learned that there has to be a balance to everything in life. You can retain your name because in African culture your name comes from great meanings and also assimilate your appearance to what you are comfortable with. It does not have to be the appearance of the colonizer but an appearance that makes you feel proud to be of African descent and one that you can equally appreciate as being beautiful. “ She went to the mirror and looked at her mew self”.
A woman’s power is no longer the ability to give birth and care for and nurture children. Her power comes from the great things that she has done throughout her life and the success that she has obtained. Power should not be seen as a sexual attraction, but as a great accomplishment that we have strived to obtain. The way that one dresses, talks, and the cars that they drive show power; but let us not forget that the greatest power that we, as humans, have in our possession is the mind.
Ngugi wrote this story with a gender bias. He felt that when women act out that they should get punished. This I don’t agree with because when men act they should receive the same type of punishment. Although, I do like that Ngugi showed how the people at the bar were indeed hypocrites. These were the same people that would not give Beatrice( Wanjiru) any of their precious time and just seen her an invisible soul floating around making beds and sweeping. Once she returned and was dressed and carried herself with poise and confidence everyone wanted some of her attention. Once she was arrested, and taken out by the police the people in the bar all went back to ignoring Beatrice and making fun of what she has done.
I enjoyed the text although I did not like how the story ended. This text is used more so as a work of art than entertainment because it is shows how the colonization of the mind can affect the person. So, there is a message within story. I have enjoyed reading this story and others by Ngugi. You can distinctly see a difference in the endings when he writes compared to women that wrote short stories at this time period on similar topics.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Amnesty
My reader’s response is to the story Amnesty written by Nadine Gordimer. The main thesis of this story is that the men go out to engage in forwarding the movement and receive tons of credit, while little credit is given to the people that stay home to maintain the country and all the resources that it provides.
This story is told from a woman’s point of view. So it impacts us in a different way because we see how the woman is thinking while all these things are happening. Normally we would only get the man’s point of view. This story impacts me as a person belonging to womanhood, because we finally get a voice and a chance to tell our side. Tell of how hard it is to maintain a home, children, and farm the land while you are fighting for a revolutionary cause. Without food from this land, and children to continue your cause then the man is fighting for nothing. I have walked in this woman’s shoes once before. Although, I did not have to farm the land I had to maintain the house, work, and care for the child while the father was away on leave. I give a lot of credit to him and all the other gentlemen out there on the front, but a great deal of credit should be given to the woman and the families that stay behind to maintain living and support the from a distance.
With me being a woman and the story relating closely to me, except for the part about being pregnant for the second time, the text is a small part of how I view the world. The parts that I do not agree with are when the men has returned home from jail and quickly left to fight for the movement. He has spent no time getting to know his daughter. This is the same daughter that he gave the name Inkululeko, meaning freedom. Gordimer stated, The little girl hasn’t had time to get used to this man. But I know she’ll be proud of him, one day”! How can Inkululeko be proud of a man that she hardly even got to know?
My views were changed because this is one of the first readings that we got to read from a woman. How a woman writes her story is completely different than a man’s. Godimer was able to point out the gender differences throughout the story stating that, “But now and then, when one of the other comrades is speaking I see him look at me for a moment the way I look up at one of my favorite children in school to encourage the child to understand. The men don’t speak to me and I don’t speak”. This is role of woman not speaking not only takes place in Africa, but also in other countries. It was frowned upon and makes the man seem as if he could not control his wife if she was to speak when not spoken too. This speaking when not spoken to challenges me a great deal because I am very open minded and tend to say what comes to mind even in the company of a group of men.
Godimer made it a point to that the only person that got a name in the story was the child. This is significant because the change must start with the children. With no children there will be no change worth fighting for. I also learned that how well the child succeeds in school and life deals greatly with how the parents are viewed in the community by others. When the child succeeds and acquires a good living then the parents are deemed to have raised the child successfully. This must account for why my parents were so hard on me to continue to get my higher education. The better I did the better the Ghanaian community praised my parents.
Considering that I am of African descent I have heard first hand stories from my mom telling me about how to she had to farm the land and then walk to school after wards. She had no father present in her life due to him dying. Thus, she was unable to really get to know him. By that time Ghana was already an independent country. It is important to me to know my past because I have two wonderful parents and a handful of relatives that have worked very hard to get our generation to the point that we are today. Without them we (the children) would not be successful as we are today and have the privilege to grow up in the United States with good formal education.
The reading was a great read because it shows a woman’s point of view during this time of colonization in South Africa. I didn’t like the fact that Gordimer compared the country folk as being uneducated to the town people that were educated. “But the farm is so far from the town, we on the farms don’t know these things. It was as he said; our ignorance is the way we are kept down, this ignorance must go”. Farm people can be educated just as well as the town people. They are in fact more willing to learn so that they may change the current lifestyle that they are living. The reading portrayed a woman that was willing to stand by the man she loves side regardless of everything that happens. To me this seems as the perfect love story that everyone would want to have; someone that will love you unconditionally.
I enjoyed reading the text because it was a short novel written in only a couple of pages. It takes you from beginning of the story until the end when the man leaves home again to go and fight for the movement. My overall reaction to the text is that Godimer is a great writer that depicts the woman’s point of view in this story. I have read two other stories by Godimer but this is the story that I can relate to myself therefore, I enjoyed this short story the most.
This story is told from a woman’s point of view. So it impacts us in a different way because we see how the woman is thinking while all these things are happening. Normally we would only get the man’s point of view. This story impacts me as a person belonging to womanhood, because we finally get a voice and a chance to tell our side. Tell of how hard it is to maintain a home, children, and farm the land while you are fighting for a revolutionary cause. Without food from this land, and children to continue your cause then the man is fighting for nothing. I have walked in this woman’s shoes once before. Although, I did not have to farm the land I had to maintain the house, work, and care for the child while the father was away on leave. I give a lot of credit to him and all the other gentlemen out there on the front, but a great deal of credit should be given to the woman and the families that stay behind to maintain living and support the from a distance.
With me being a woman and the story relating closely to me, except for the part about being pregnant for the second time, the text is a small part of how I view the world. The parts that I do not agree with are when the men has returned home from jail and quickly left to fight for the movement. He has spent no time getting to know his daughter. This is the same daughter that he gave the name Inkululeko, meaning freedom. Gordimer stated, The little girl hasn’t had time to get used to this man. But I know she’ll be proud of him, one day”! How can Inkululeko be proud of a man that she hardly even got to know?
My views were changed because this is one of the first readings that we got to read from a woman. How a woman writes her story is completely different than a man’s. Godimer was able to point out the gender differences throughout the story stating that, “But now and then, when one of the other comrades is speaking I see him look at me for a moment the way I look up at one of my favorite children in school to encourage the child to understand. The men don’t speak to me and I don’t speak”. This is role of woman not speaking not only takes place in Africa, but also in other countries. It was frowned upon and makes the man seem as if he could not control his wife if she was to speak when not spoken too. This speaking when not spoken to challenges me a great deal because I am very open minded and tend to say what comes to mind even in the company of a group of men.
Godimer made it a point to that the only person that got a name in the story was the child. This is significant because the change must start with the children. With no children there will be no change worth fighting for. I also learned that how well the child succeeds in school and life deals greatly with how the parents are viewed in the community by others. When the child succeeds and acquires a good living then the parents are deemed to have raised the child successfully. This must account for why my parents were so hard on me to continue to get my higher education. The better I did the better the Ghanaian community praised my parents.
Considering that I am of African descent I have heard first hand stories from my mom telling me about how to she had to farm the land and then walk to school after wards. She had no father present in her life due to him dying. Thus, she was unable to really get to know him. By that time Ghana was already an independent country. It is important to me to know my past because I have two wonderful parents and a handful of relatives that have worked very hard to get our generation to the point that we are today. Without them we (the children) would not be successful as we are today and have the privilege to grow up in the United States with good formal education.
The reading was a great read because it shows a woman’s point of view during this time of colonization in South Africa. I didn’t like the fact that Gordimer compared the country folk as being uneducated to the town people that were educated. “But the farm is so far from the town, we on the farms don’t know these things. It was as he said; our ignorance is the way we are kept down, this ignorance must go”. Farm people can be educated just as well as the town people. They are in fact more willing to learn so that they may change the current lifestyle that they are living. The reading portrayed a woman that was willing to stand by the man she loves side regardless of everything that happens. To me this seems as the perfect love story that everyone would want to have; someone that will love you unconditionally.
I enjoyed reading the text because it was a short novel written in only a couple of pages. It takes you from beginning of the story until the end when the man leaves home again to go and fight for the movement. My overall reaction to the text is that Godimer is a great writer that depicts the woman’s point of view in this story. I have read two other stories by Godimer but this is the story that I can relate to myself therefore, I enjoyed this short story the most.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
An Image of Africa
Chinua Achebe
I will be responding to the following article written by Chinua Achebe, An Image of Africa.
An Image in Africa was written to prove that Achebe was as educated as the white authors that have written articles. This piece was a response to Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. Heart of Darkness gave the image that Africa was nothing more than bushes filled with black man with long black arms and legs. This man that he describes has no kinship of equality when compared with Conrad. How can one human being make the assumption that another human being is not of kinship. We all come into the world the same way, and we die and leave the world the same way. We may not be kinship by blood, but we are kinship by nature. The text fits in with my life because I was able to realize that other people can destroy another person or population with the bitter words that they speak. Conrad degrades the Africans as if they were nothing more than wild beast roaming the earth. There are many points in this article that I agree with Achebe such as, “Herein lies the meaning of Heart of Darkness and the fascination it holds over the Western mind: “What thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity- like yours…..Ugly.” The Western mindset boosted themselves up to be as if they were the best thing on earth, but by doing this it gave them an ugly mindset and made them inhuman. The thought of western humanity to Achebe makes them ugly as they have thought of the Africans.
My views changed of how an author can change one’s mindset from the words that they write. Conrad’s piece is quoted to be a “great work of art”. This book is far from a great work of art. No art neither good nor bad should dehumanize another culture or consider humans as inhuman. Art is intended to bring people together and retell past and present history. Art should not destroy a society to where they are thought as nothing but mere peasants that walk the grounds.
“Language is too grand for these chaps; let’s give them dialects”. When immigrant children ask their parents what language do I speak? A parent does not respond o no child, we speak a dialect not a language. Dialects were given to Africans and other cultures that do not speak English as their first language, but how can this be true. Dialect is used to make one think that they are indeed beneath another. No country is beneath another nor is nor language or “dialect”. Whether I speak Twi or English they are both languages not dialects. Dialects did not exist off hand they were words that the colonizer used for the colonized. When speaking with an African I have noticed that they use the word dialect to refer to which language they speak since there are many languages “dialects” within a country. The next time that I speak with someone and they state that they speak this dialect, I will gladly correct them and inform them that they speak a language and not a dialect.
An Image of Africa made me think long and hard about the things that Achebe commented on. It is a piece that should be read in the grand universities in Africa after they have read Heart of Darkness. This would open the student’s eyes to consider the book that they thought was so great for what it really is. This should be used not as entertainment but as a public service announcement to look and think beyond what you are reading. There are many hidden meanings in Conrad’s work that criticize and humiliate the Africans and their culture. These are the same Africans that consider the book to be a good reader. Reading this text made me do something that I hardly ever do while I am reading. That is to think beyond the words of the book.
I will be responding to the following article written by Chinua Achebe, An Image of Africa.
An Image in Africa was written to prove that Achebe was as educated as the white authors that have written articles. This piece was a response to Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. Heart of Darkness gave the image that Africa was nothing more than bushes filled with black man with long black arms and legs. This man that he describes has no kinship of equality when compared with Conrad. How can one human being make the assumption that another human being is not of kinship. We all come into the world the same way, and we die and leave the world the same way. We may not be kinship by blood, but we are kinship by nature. The text fits in with my life because I was able to realize that other people can destroy another person or population with the bitter words that they speak. Conrad degrades the Africans as if they were nothing more than wild beast roaming the earth. There are many points in this article that I agree with Achebe such as, “Herein lies the meaning of Heart of Darkness and the fascination it holds over the Western mind: “What thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity- like yours…..Ugly.” The Western mindset boosted themselves up to be as if they were the best thing on earth, but by doing this it gave them an ugly mindset and made them inhuman. The thought of western humanity to Achebe makes them ugly as they have thought of the Africans.
My views changed of how an author can change one’s mindset from the words that they write. Conrad’s piece is quoted to be a “great work of art”. This book is far from a great work of art. No art neither good nor bad should dehumanize another culture or consider humans as inhuman. Art is intended to bring people together and retell past and present history. Art should not destroy a society to where they are thought as nothing but mere peasants that walk the grounds.
“Language is too grand for these chaps; let’s give them dialects”. When immigrant children ask their parents what language do I speak? A parent does not respond o no child, we speak a dialect not a language. Dialects were given to Africans and other cultures that do not speak English as their first language, but how can this be true. Dialect is used to make one think that they are indeed beneath another. No country is beneath another nor is nor language or “dialect”. Whether I speak Twi or English they are both languages not dialects. Dialects did not exist off hand they were words that the colonizer used for the colonized. When speaking with an African I have noticed that they use the word dialect to refer to which language they speak since there are many languages “dialects” within a country. The next time that I speak with someone and they state that they speak this dialect, I will gladly correct them and inform them that they speak a language and not a dialect.
An Image of Africa made me think long and hard about the things that Achebe commented on. It is a piece that should be read in the grand universities in Africa after they have read Heart of Darkness. This would open the student’s eyes to consider the book that they thought was so great for what it really is. This should be used not as entertainment but as a public service announcement to look and think beyond what you are reading. There are many hidden meanings in Conrad’s work that criticize and humiliate the Africans and their culture. These are the same Africans that consider the book to be a good reader. Reading this text made me do something that I hardly ever do while I am reading. That is to think beyond the words of the book.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Stranglehold of English Lit
I will be writing a reader’s response to the Stranglehold of English Lit written by Felix Mnthali. The main thesis of this poem are the questions that Jane Austan poses in her writing which have nothing to do with the African society as a whole.
The text of this poem has much impact on how it relates to my life since both of my parents are from Ghana, West Africa. They informed me that it was a requirement at many African colleges to take English Lit which may have consisted of reading the book Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austan. My parents demonstrated the perfect example of what Ngugi was describing when he had stated “African Literature is being overshadowed by the European language”.The text agrees with how I view the world because I feel that one’s culture should learn about their own culture first before exploring other cultures outside of the country. Mnthali wrote, “Your elegance of deceit Jane Austen, lulled the sons and daughters of the dispossessed into a calf- love with irony and satire around imaginary people.” This is an excellent point because the students are reading about events in another country that are not based on real people and are becoming very interested in books by Jane Austan. While in their own country they have real issues involving real people that can be studied right in front of them. Colonialism has taken away the identity of the African country and left them with the identity of the Colonial country. From the reading of The Gentleman of the Jungle by Jomo Kenyatta, we should gather colonialism up and burn it to the ground.
The text strengthened my view that there is not enough African literature being taught in Africa. Africans have a rich and diverse culture that will be lost and forgotten over time if we continue to abandon our own culture and language and convert to the traditional English literature.
Africans are mocking themselves if they do not notice that they are the “victims of branding irons and sugar plantations that made Jane Austan’s people wealthy beyond compare (Mnthali). We fall in love with this type of literature to only forget that Jane Austan is the one that is mocking us and exploiting us for slavery that we had to endure.
Stranglehold of English Lit is a great poem to start African Literature with because it opens the eyes and minds of the students into how English Literature can mock the African culture while Africans are unaware that they are being mocked. One of the parts that I liked in the poem was when Mnthali stated, “How could questions be asked at Makerere and Ibadan, Dakar, and Ford Hare’ with Jane Austan at the center? How could they be answered”? Questions will not and cannot be answered with Jane Austan at the center because Africans cannot personally relate to the life of Europeans; they can only adapt their life to resemble the Europeans. Jane Austan’s book is based on imaginary people so no correct answer can be produced. With no true insight and knowledge to English literature how can you, as an African, appreciate it more than your own culture’s literature.
I enjoyed reading the text because it allowed me to think outside of the box and really try to understand where the author’s points are coming from. The opening of the poem caught my attention because it was very intense as if he is killing you with the words “stab, jab, gore to close to the center” (Mnthali)!
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