For Days And a Night (Cover page)
If anybody is still in doubt of what the internet is capable of achieving in our Literature, Seun Odukoya’s book is a proof of the potency of the mass medium. Paperbacks are closer to their graves.

Seun Odukoya is an author; an author of a fifty-four leaved e-book. Look beyond its sparse pages and intangibility. It brims with the fresh voice and inventiveness of a pasticheur. Beyond that, he is a ‘director’. This is contained in the dramatic and conversational form most of his narrations take. 

Seun is an aesthete; his book, a collage of letters and graphics; conventionality and sometimes, over-stretched and bland crankiness.

For Days and a Night is divorced of every element of formalness. Seun writes with the ease with which one probes one's abode, dwelling more on domestic subjects. His titles, mostly products of colloquialism, present such simplicity that the reader does not unravel till he devours each story to its very base; its end.

'FOR DAYS AND A NIGHT': SEEKING OUT THE STARS AND SUN

Though stories such as How Stupid and True Romance read like pointless ramblings, the resplendence of other stories conceal their insipidness. 

Pause
When the confession of one's love seems herculean than Hercules' murky task in the Augean stable, it really could be bad. An anonymous character doesn't just fail to claim what should be his, he earns a slap for being pretentious in his honesty. For allowing a PAUSE. Such pause that sees kisses resulting in Hollywood movies. This story is my best. However, I loathe reading it to the very end. Its last sentence is redundant.

My Little Girl
The reader is confronted with the picture of an observant and inquisitive girl in this story. She reminds me of Lola in Sade Adeniran's novel, Imagine This. And just like Lola, she is a product of a broken marriage. A 'problem child', she fails to sense any illumination at the end of the tunnel of her parents' relationship. She pushes her dad to seek his lost happiness.
Her questions give the story the kind of pace it wouldn't have had; an explicitness that holds the reader spellbound.

Eba
I fell for this the first time I read it. Why? The reason is what another reader would call the over-stretching of a story beyond the limits of reality. The story is as true as saying Seun Odukoya wrote For Days and a Night. The fact is this: search engines can be saviours. You don't believe it? Eat Eba.  No. Read Eba.

A Game Called Life
This story is an attempt by the narrator, a newly wedded groom to probe the insides of the guests at his wedding. He arrives at this decision on realizing what sort of husband he would make, having fallen for his wife's friend. The story tends to quiz the shady games life pushes people to play. Such game is not timed; 'it goes on'.

AND THE SKITS…

Seun’s skits are the reverse of what skits should be. I hold nothing against them. I love them the way they are.

Seun’s skit II is too serious to be taken as a skit. There is nothing 'skit-ty' about it. He struggles with concealing his emotion about the failure of the feminine folk to discern the amount of power they possess. This makes the skit 'un-skit-ty' though.

Skit IV makes me love this work of his more. Seun presents this skit in the form of an advert. It is no skit. It ends on the note of spurring a revolutionary action against rape. Every Phlebas in Nigeria deserves to be protected from the lustful fangs of rapists.

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The book’s flops are majorly editorial. I wish the author had invested as much as he invested on graphics on the editing of the book. However, For Days and a Night is a good read. You wouldn’t want to miss out on this delectable work. 

It is free. Download yours here.
 

4 comments:

A good review. A thorough one at that. You raised some beautiful points Seun should see to. Seriously, he should really see to the issues.

Keep blogging, fellow blogger.

a lot of ''big words'' in this review,try bin simple?

Thanks for reading Strong Self.

Thanks for reading Djibola. Your comment is noted. Do come around some other time.

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