HARBINGER OF VICISSITUDES.



AUTHOR: JUDE IDADA
BOOK TITLE: “BY MY OWN HANDS”
PAGINATION: 410
GENRE: PROSE FICTION
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2014
PUBLISHER: CREOTERNITY BOOKS

HARBINGER OF VICISSITUDES.

The merging of two worlds unravels yearnings and dissonances in “By My Own Hands”.
Annabelle Scorria longs for love but the entrapment of Andrew, her husband, in other women’s bosom remains what she contends with, until suicide becomes her point of exit from earth. The depiction of life’s encounters that are cast in fiction can only make one reason on the imbalances that our world is replete with.
Jude idada takes the reader through a journey that our lives may not be completely divorced from - either directly or by extension. The desire of most men, even without saying is to have an heir, and more fulfilling is a male heir; but could men understand that the fate of having both sexes remains with them.
Andrew Scorria’s in-contentment with Therese as his only child and heir forms, in part, his excuse to go beneath strange women’s “hallowed chambers”; but the pain of giving all, asking to be loved but unloved in return is as being asphyxiated. The wealth of the Sciorra’s cannot assuage the weightlessnessfelt by this matriarch, occasioned by the vacuum of being left in the cold.
In masterful craftsmanship, Jude Idada takes the reader through the process of self –killing, describing the difficulty of terminating one’s life and the hopelessness that pushes one to the cliff of attempting such. She hangs dead eventually from her hangman’s noose, struggling from her irredeemable attempt to get back to life as she remembers that her daughter still remains the reason to fight on. Annabelle has already crossed the Rubicon on realizing this but unfortunately, the die is cast.
She needed not to have gone the way she did but indeed paves the way for her own exit. The exit that unravels the deep secrets of those left alive, whose chameleon nature remains true to the ever changing dynamics of our world. The ripple from death is just unsettling as the shock from the numerous revelations. If death ever became the elixir of life, then it is in “By My Own Hands”.
Repercussions follow and the first to bear the brunt is the same man who paves the way for his own loss. Andrew is no more the man in charge, rather he becomes the man people are in charge of. Psychologically set back, he lost his power of speech and thought, while nurses attempt nurturing him back to meaningful life. This juncture is replete with moral as our world is ever twin sided. The precursor of living maybe death, as death precedes whatever grows. This is why Andrew’s half-alive state is akin to the phases of re-birth from the dregs of the incomprehensible.
The scene switches to Nigeria where two deaths in a family leave two children without their parents. When a mother departs owing to the bullets of men of the underworld and her husband takes his own life because he feels nothing more is left to live for, then the question is asked. Why does death drain people of their will to live?
The incidences of our human spaces present us with numerous thoughts. These mental provocations engender perspectives about the similarity of experiencesamongst human beings, but the differing postures that people take even within these same developments are more baffling.
Ibude Eweka could not be laid to rest by those he thought were his kith and kin, leaving his son to explore other means because “the dead must rest”. This singular incidence brings up the interactions between faith and humanity; tradition and the new age aspirations;the points of convergences in all these and where it should never meet and ultimately our purpose of coming to earth as humans alongside what is worth the sacrifices.
Every country of the world could take out a thing or two from this delicious read, striking its reader with its universal relevance. The depiction of characters from virtually all races from the Canadian soil will pull cords, as the actual peculiarities of these races are aptly represented. It is indeed a brilliant piece of creative smithing.
The author demonstrates his conversance with the settings in which his characters thrive. Jude Idada moves between Canada and Nigeria, exploring themes of Love, Loyalty, Death, Pain, Hopelessness, fate, faith and the will to live amongst others. He is able to bring readers into the consciousness of their experiences, subtly making prophecies of how things will turn if certain steps are not taken. This is a human story with many angles to relish and no doubt will keep lovers of narrative fictionflipping the pages.
This is an impressive addition to three previous books, having traversed the different genres of writing. Jude Idada has simply demonstrated his unquestionable dexterity at his chosen field, as this is a path he definitely will continue to tread for the remainder of his creative existence.

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