Fey Ugokwe's Blog - Posts Tagged "romance"

"The food seemed much the same to her...edible toys, junk so bright--symbols, unbeknownst to her, of what his own inner world had become..."

And she was at hearing the stirring of pots and the strong breaths of salt breeze--aerating likely a curry, perhaps a pepper pot too...and then her mum's tongue--gingerly, determinedly, slow-yielding the sage--telling her the truth about what she had married...

"Juanita bustled ahead, her slim but curvy hips swiftly navigating the twists and turns along the patron floor like a salsa dancer's at sway..."

"She made a cup of tea--a strong brew Earl Grey by infusion, of leaves sent to her by her mother...marriage was making her into a woman--and a decidedly...worn one at that..."

**Description: A mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles, and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociopolitical/sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, sustainability, racism, xenophobia, class divide, and spirituality, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"She glowed again from the sweet skin of her face, after she lilted the imitation of her mum's accent, falling almost out of breath with the rush of Rhys so close to her..."

"...[she] thought deeply for moments, idly tracing a teardrop of condensation falling quickly down the side...she watched the bright red liquid settle against the rind of the whole pieces of citrus fruit, as they rested in the glass. Her fave part of the drink was sucking down the sweet-sour flesh steeped in the wine at its end in the vessel. But--she wasn't nearly there to the bottom. She sighed and wondered for a moment why life always seemed that way lately--taking so long to get to the innermost part..."

**Description: A mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles, and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociopolitical/sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, sustainability, racism, xenophobia, class divide, and spirituality, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"[H]e was leaning, eyes-shut forward...He knew and was afraid of what it was and he wanted to stamp it out--jam at it with a boot and be done with it--that thing he shaking, believed it to be. But he knew he could not--that it was real, and that it would hauling, take him. He rose to his feet, an unsteady, broken down crewman..."

"...and underneath a white chef's apron peeked out a matching tan suit, and corresponding grey and tan tie. There was a line of sweat running along one side of his face, and beads of perspiration about the visible portion of his forehead...the picture was of a moment--a clearly snapped sliver of time when he wasn't ready--as it was blurred about the hands, and his mouth was slightly open...smiling, as if pleasantly surprised. That was what stirred P.V. the deepest..."