However, if a person accounts for what is within his or her purview, accurately, they not only have a story, but a complete story. ![]() What one sees may not, and rarely represents, all that is out there. But whatever clutter there are he will bypass for now for they neither hinder nor are of much significance to his design with respect to getting to her.Ī person can repeat, narrate, or describe only what he or she sees and nothing more. The view from the window, especially from this single pane, does not show all the things scattered about in this backyard. And behind that a Guesthouse, a name given to the structure long before he got here. A middle house to which he refers as the Garage Unit, alluding only to the fact that underneath this two storey structure is a space for a four-car garage. There are two other separate structures behind his window. There are odds and ends at the back of this house, these are neither his focus nor concern at the moment. Upon looking out of the window of the room from where he writes, the writer sees the back of the house. This is the story of a writer’s vision of a young girl who led him, by means of his mind’s eye, through her story. That is where the story begins - This is the fiction. I didn’t make this up, it is very likely the saying has been in existence even before this writer was born, that: PROLOGUE About The Cover - A BeginningĬonsider first, the reality of the fiction. It was an arrest of emotional development,Īnd this is the result. I had written two novels I did not intend to write, three-fifths of the way through the third, which I intended to write, an idea came into my head, and refused to go away. Throughout this apparent empty gaze, I was peering Through A Pane On My Window. I am just starring, some kind of an empty look, focusing on nothing in particular, feezing, as if seeking the unravelment of something hidden from the ordinary eyes. Joseph Nwabuzor Hippolyte 57980.png 57982.png INTRODUCTION My thanks to my friend and neighbor, Alireza Moinizadeh, for making out time to source and borrow the camera with which he took the pictures used in this book Īnd for affording me with his help and services and forĪccommodating my convenience whenever requested. ContentsĮpilogue Also About The Cover - An Ending.Ībout the Author 57962.png 57964.png 57966.png ACKNOWLEDGEMENT(S) 57968.png 57970.png The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. Library of Congress Control Number: 2015920105Īny people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.īecause of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Fiction and reality merges into the creation of a fantastic tale of the worthiness of life and living. Her story and the writers take makes an incursion into life and its connection to and with the supernatural and beyond. ![]() In her last mission to her home country in furtherance of her philanthropy and advocacy for women and children and to speak out against moribund traditional beliefs and atrocious cultural practices that included female circumcision, she was inadvertently gunned down by armed robbers.Įven though she left a legacy of selflessness, benefaction, and hope, she still spent her time at the level of consciousness for rebirth, wondering if she did enough and if she ought to return to do some more. Her life changed drastically thereafter as she decided to build a business to avail her childhood dreams and constitute herself into a philanthropist of sorts and a self-acclaimed advocate for the downtrodden. In the States, her family faced a new kind of affliction after her husband was incarcerated in the federal penitentiary. Her story recounts her tribulations with antiquated customs and traditions of her people that resulted in self-exile to the United States with her husband and son. She retraced her life, through the steps in the writers view, and leads him through the life she led to her afterlife. A writer bored out of his mind kept staring out of a pane on his window until he was transfixed into an image of a young girl who appeared and beckoned him to follow.
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