{"id":109,"date":"2016-10-07T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-07T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev.shortstorydayafrica.org\/?p=109"},"modified":"2016-10-07T13:00:00","modified_gmt":"2016-10-07T13:00:00","slug":"weekendread-juliane-okot-biteks-100-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/?p=109","title":{"rendered":"#WeekendRead &#8211; Juliane Okot Bitek&#8217;s 100 Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"sqs-html-content\">\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> This excerpt comes from<a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/news\/art-beyond-the-artist-is-created-in-the-moment-of-interaction-an-interview-with-juliane-okot-bitek\">&nbsp;Juliane Okot Bitek<\/a>&#8216;s first published collection is <em><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.uap.ualberta.ca\/titles\/806-9781772121216-100-days\">100 Days<\/a>.<\/em> It is<em>&nbsp;<\/em>a poetic, painful countdown that both pays tribute to and records the horrific Rwandan genocide.&nbsp;It was originally part of a public loose collaboration with Wangechi Mutu, on Facebook.&nbsp;<\/strong>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Day 98<br \/>If this should be a list of betrayals where should we begin?<br \/>At last, we\u2019re here<br \/>At last, we\u2019re gone<br \/>What is this life beyond one hundred days?<br \/>What is this life beyond one hundred days, twenty times over?<br \/>What days are left?<br \/>We were already in medias res<br \/>We were always inside one hundred days<br \/>.<br \/>Day 99<br \/>It was sunrise every morning<br \/>It was the same land<br \/>The same sky<br \/>The same rivers, hills, valleys<br \/>It was the same road that led away and back home<br \/>Same sweet air that amplified the voices through whispers, gossip, airwaves<br \/>Words leapt into our eyes and burned this new knowledge that was never new<br \/>But it was the earth that betrayed us first<br \/>In those one hundred days that would never end<br \/>.<br \/>Day 100<br \/>It was the earth that betrayed us first.<br \/>It was the earth that held on to its beauty, compelling us to return.<br \/>It was the breezes that were there, and then they were not there.<br \/>It was the sun that rose and fell, rose and fell, as if there was nothing different: as if nothing changed.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div\n        class=\"\n          image-block-outer-wrapper\n          layout-caption-below\n          design-layout-inline\n          \n          \n          \n        \"\n        data-test=\"image-block-inline-outer-wrapper\"\n    ><\/p>\n<figure\n            class=\"\n              sqs-block-image-figure\n              intrinsic\n            \"\n            style=\"max-width:2500px;\"\n        ><\/p>\n<div\n              \n              \n              class=\"image-block-wrapper\"\n              data-animation-role=\"image\"\n              \n  data-animation-override\n\n          ><\/p>\n<div class=\"sqs-image-shape-container-element\n              \n          \n        \n              has-aspect-ratio\n            \" style=\"\n                position: relative;\n                \n                  padding-bottom:150%;\n                \n                overflow: hidden;-webkit-mask-image: -webkit-radial-gradient(white, black);\n              \"\n              ><\/p>\n<p>                <img loading=\"lazy\" data-stretch=\"false\" src=\"https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg\" data-image=\"https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg\" data-image-dimensions=\"2500x3750\" data-image-focal-point=\"0.5,0.5\" alt=\"\" data-load=\"false\" elementtiming=\"system-image-block\" src=\"https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg\" width=\"2500\" height=\"3750\" alt=\"\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, (max-width: 767px) 100vw, 100vw\" style=\"display:block;object-fit: cover; width: 100%; height: 100%; object-position: 50% 50%\" onload=\"this.classList.add(&quot;loaded&quot;)\" srcset=\"https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=100w 100w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=300w 300w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=500w 500w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=750w 750w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=1000w 1000w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=1500w 1500w, https:\/\/images.squarespace-cdn.com\/content\/v1\/547202f4e4b022d59e05381d\/1475498549920-M9IUK4N7W1MNK14EGV7L\/image-asset.jpeg?format=2500w 2500w\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-loader=\"sqs\"><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/figure><\/div>\n<div class=\"sqs-html-content\">\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Juliane Okot Bitek is a doctoral candidate at the University of British Columbia and a Liu scholar at the Liu Institute for Global Issues. Her latest book of poetry,&nbsp;<em>100 Days<\/em>&nbsp;is published by the University of Alberta Press. Her dissertation looks at the impact of forgetting on citizenship. She lives and loves in Vancouver, Canada.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This excerpt comes from&nbsp;Juliane Okot Bitek&#8216;s first published collection is 100 Days. It is&nbsp;a poetic, painful countdown that both pays tribute to and records the horrific Rwandan genocide.&nbsp;It was originally part of a public loose collaboration with Wangechi Mutu, on Facebook.&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a0 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Day 98If this should be a list of betrayals where [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[46],"tags":[39,125,98,99],"class_list":["post-109","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-weekend-read","tag-weekendread","tag-juliane-okot-bitek","tag-poetry","tag-ugandan-poet","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=109"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=109"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=109"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shortstorydayafrica.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=109"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}