BSD – Book Signing Day 21st February,2009

Saturday,21st February,2009

We left early for Cascades. Donnette gave the parking lady 20 rand and asked her to hand out our flyers. We made quite a grand entrance. I was wearing a Ghanaian outfit with gold stole, earrings, shoes and bag. Savannah (Donnette’s ten year old daughter) was wearing one of Nuna’s outgrown Nigerian outfits and her sister Clarissa (aged eight) had a kente stole over her shoulder. Everyone was looking at them with interest as they offered the passers-by flyers.

Coleen at the “Book World” bookshop had set up a table with a cloth and two chairs. I put a kente cloth over the table which immediately looked more interesting and spread out my book as well as “Dance to Health”, “Dance in Our Footsteps” and “Calling all musicians.”

My first sale was to a “white” lecturer in psychology from the University of Kwa Zulu Natal who had brought along a lovely young “black” MA student in psychology. She is doing her thesis on traditional African tales. When the book signing was over she came back to the stand and we did a recorded interview.

Donnette had arranged the signing to be as near to pay day as possible. But it was clear that people were not going in for spur of the moment purchases. One dance teacher expressed great interest in “Dance to Health” and took my contact details. Some people were interested in “Tales My Ghanaian Grandmother Told Me” but found them too expensive. One woman eagerly examined the book and then asked if I had copies in Afrikaans. When I said “no” she put it down. There are still Afrikaners who do not speak English and the English speakers often refuse to speak it even when they can.

Colleen took some books for “Book World” and didn’t seem to think that the price was too high. She will be in touch with Donnette when she needs more copies.

All in all the book signing was a success thanks to Dinette’s hard work and imaginative approach.

After the launch I took everyone for lunch. I was the one who asked the waiter for the menu, ordered the meal and asked for the bill. When he appeared with it he carefully put it on the table where Donnette had been sitting. I don’t think he had ever had a “black” African paying for a lunch party where everyone else was “white”.

http://www.strategicbookpublishing.com/TalesMyGhanaianGrandmotherToldMe.html

http://www.dance-to-health-help-your-special-needs-child.com

http://myafrica.allafrica.com/view/books/main/id/o8Ns1eBcjsWetOpd.html

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