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What I Mean When I Talk About Love
Price range: KSh 999.00 through KSh 1,499.00
is one epic poem that takes you on a journey of one girl’s romance through pictures taken over fifteen days. It talks about unrequited love, the consequence of that and the most important thing about love. It’s a book to be read in one sitting and come out drenched in feelings.
It shows the battles this girl faces as she ogles over a young man she has never met, as her obsessions turn into convictions she has made up in her head and then finally, the end.
Everyday I wake up feeling like this;
like I am a borrowed leaf from the steam of his tree
and he is the veins underneath my leaf
and then his tree is full of leaves
and I am each leaf trembling with the wind.
We are free to shake with feeling
losing a leaf is not loss but space,
and the creation of this space
represents a prologue to better days.
True Story? True Story.
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Kendi Karimi’s book is a love letter to the complexities of desire and the search for meaning in love’s shadow. With poetic imagery that is both haunting and lyrical, she crafts a narrative that resonates with the wistful and hopeful alike. A truly moving read.
This epic poem offers a unique structure, unfolding through moments captured over a span of days. Karimi’s reflective voice makes What I Mean When I Talk About Love an emotional and relatable journey. The battle between longing and reality is expressed with striking clarity and poetic finesse.
Karimi’s poetic storytelling is magnetic, immersing readers into the storm of unreciprocated affection. The portrayal of love’s fleeting illusions is both painful and beautiful. It’s a poignant reminder that even unfulfilled desires have a purpose and space in the narrative of growth.
I devoured What I Mean When I Talk About Love in one sitting, and by the end, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Karimi’s exploration of longing and the illusions we build around desire felt deeply familiar. The narrative flows seamlessly, leaving echoes of tender vulnerability.
This poetic journey pulled me into the delicate thrill of unrequited love and its aftermath. Karimi’s vivid imagery and emotional honesty resonate with anyone who’s ever craved connection that couldn’t be returned. It’s a whirlwind of feelings that left me nostalgic and a little heartbroken.