I know why the caged bird sings.

First of all, spoiler alert!!..

I just finished reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou.


It is Maya Angelou’s biography, and her first book I believe.
Prior to reading this, I had never read any book by her (and I claim that I read books *shameful face*).
I had only read her poems but now, I am on a look out for all her books.

This is not a book review, it is just me gushing about Maya Angelou’s biography because I struck a connection with this book.

This book triggered alot of emotions in me.
It had me crying, laughing, reminiscing, and then some.
I don’t recall ever being this emotionally attached to a book, ever had a book come this alive to me.
Thank God for modern times, I googled earlier pictures of Maya Angelou and her family after reading about two chapters because I wanted to feel more close to the characters.
Yeah, I was that interested.
After I googled, I had their faces encrypted in my mind that I literally kept seeing each character alive, imagining their voices, gestures etc. I enjoyed the book more. I felt like I “knew” everyone in the book, and I was a part of everything that was going on.

So, here’s why I am gushing:..

Source: http://www.usatoday.com

1. Like I said, this book got me laughing.
We all know Maya had a sense of humour, so ofcourse her book had touches of humour here and there, but just one part cracked me up for about five days.
I was in a taxi and I read about a particular incident where a lady in church got so anointed by the spirit during service that she beat up the preacher and his teeth fell off his mouth.
Maya and her brother, Bailey laughed loudest in the church because this particular preacher always ate the best pieces of chicken whenever he went to their home (which was alot of weekends, and he stayed two days whenever he went).
Their hysteric laughter was only stopped by their irritated uncle who took them out of church and gave them the whipping of their lives.
However, she laughed about it for the next two weeks.
After reading this (it is more funny than I have put it, I promise) I laughed in the taxi, the lady seated next to me kept looking into the book to see what exactly I was laughing at that uncontrollably.
That was a Wednesday, and from then until Sunday, I laughed at even the most remotely funny thing.

Source: http://www.biography.com

2. I was moved to tears sobs as I read her narration about her rape at just eight years old and the subsequent events after that; the court proceedings, her going mute, failure to trust, physical and emotional turmoil etc.
I have always failed to understand the sick category of men who rape children!.
When I read/ hear of these stories, I just lose it.
No child should be going through that.
After her rape, she buried herself in reading and poetry, and found solace there.

3. Maya Angelou’s history with books got me reminiscing about my own history with books.
She attached so much importance to, and invested so much time in reading books at a very early age.
Even before she was 8, she had read lots of books and spent alot of time at the library.
Her books and her brother were everything to her.
This reminded me of the time I was 9, I used my money meant for break and lunch to register for membership at a public library.
This excited me! I had a whole library of books to read.
My love for books escalated during this time. I borrowed two books every three days because I got through them that fast. How I miss those days!.

4. Her struggle for acceptance was heartbreaking.
At some point in her life, she had to move from the Stamps where she lived with her grandmother, to St Louis to live with her mother.
Carlifonia was mainly dominated by white people, and growing up during the time when racism was all over the place, it was not easy for her to fit into school, make friends, etc, also, she didn’t feel like she belonged even in her family. She looked different, felt different, thought different, acted different.
Again, through this, books and poetry saw her through.

5. I totally envy the relationship she had with her brother especially when they were younger.
So much love, togetherness, and honesty between them.
Her brother was her best friend, confidant, adviser, partner in crime etc.
They had such a strong bond that I envy so much because once upon a time, I had that same kind of relationship with my brother.

6.  Her grandmother, despite having enough money to have them live a more than comfortable life, instead taught them respect, humility, gratitude in whatever circumstance one finds themselves in and most importantly, survival skills.
Her narrations about survival just remind me of all our survival skills in Africa.
From mending spoilt shoes instead of throwing them, to mending torn clothes, to just improvising for alot of things instead of spending money on them.
I love her grandmother, God bless her soul.
The narrations about her remind me of the African-American old women in the movies.

Okay, I am done gushing. To all those who haven’t read this book yet, sorry for spoiling it.
I still recommend you to read it. Theres so so much more than I have written.

Here’s to a great woman, whose books I wish I had appreciated earlier.🍸🍸

Source: theweeklychallenger.com

Have you read this book and did you love it?

Which is your favorite book by Maya Angelou?

Any recomendations?

Have a good night!



  1. I so LOVE this woman, she is my ultimate role model, especially because my life and relationship with books run so parallel to hers. And now I see to yours as well, when it comes to books and skipping lunches for them. Lol. You’ve inspired me so much tonight, you don’t know. And reminded me I probably need to share more of me on my blog… Le sigh


    • True she is a real role model! As i was reading this, i kept wondering why i hadnt read her books earier yet i have been so obsessed with her poems.. She is a great woman.
      I have inspired you?!! Aaaww, hearing that is so inspiring itself. Comments like this keep me blogging.
      And yes!, you should totally share more. Your blog is one of those blogs I look out for whenever I see new posts on my reader, so you sharing more, would be great!..

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  2. Wow
    Can’t wait to read it I hope am still the greatest contender for next in line..
    Also I am almost done with her book
    “Letter to my daughter ”
    It’s the first book I have read without wanting to it put down even for a second
    Also am very sure it’s going to be the candidate for my first ever book review
    So we can switch?


      • But Atim since UCC is still misbehaving so I cant avoid the embarrassment of asking this here
        Please tell me how to add a functional hashtag in my posts (hides face and hopes your the only one who reads this)

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      • Hahaha.. My komusana, my komusana… You click the “post settings” button that appears on the post you are typing, and then just below the part that says “category”, there is a line that says “Tags”.
        So, you type the tag there.. Don’t include a hashtag symbol, WordPress will do that for you when you publish your post….

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    • 😁😁😁. I have been there before.. Ignore a book, and then read/hear about how awesome it is and then start wishing you actually got it..
      You can still get it though.😊.
      Thank you for reading, and commenting!.

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  3. Plus I promise haven’t read komusanaz post**(πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ™†πŸ™†)…n yes mercy,I was lucky enough to at least read a Part of Mayas biography n amma tell u my best part.It was the times when those spoilt white gals would come by the shop and bailey together with Maya would be chased to hide inside as their grandmother (God bless her soul) handled these gals.They would mock and make total fun of her but she would just look on and after they have gone,instead of getting agitated and all worked up she would instead sing a really joyfull song as if everything was OK n fine.I admired this old woman,so principled and prayerful.


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