Born a Crime: A Stand-Up Comedy In Writing

I loved this book. Period.

I know I came late to the party as it’s been out for a couple of years but who cares, I’m happy to say I finally joined the boat!

If Trevor was to give this book a different title, it would probably be namesakes with his latest Netflix special, “Son of Patricia”. After all, it is an ode to a mother brave enough to want something and go in to the world to get it in the form of a little mixed-ish boy. It is a libation to a black woman audacious enough to raise a black man without limitations in a country whose existence is based on placing limits to everyone’s personhood. It really is the story of Patricia, a woman stubborn enough to say before us African feminists could conjure up the guts to say so, “my body, my choice”, and then go on to have a living reminder of that chant in the form of Trevor. Continue reading Born a Crime: A Stand-Up Comedy In Writing

What is a love story? A Homegoing Review

It seems almost ironic to frame a retelling of a slave story as a love story but there is no other way to describe the full circle healing that comes from reading this book. I had the privilege earlier this year, to sit in an audience and hear the author, Yaa Gyasi, speak to a bunch of decently educated folks about language, representation, and the research process in writing the book. I wanted to ask about her imagination and her soul because surely no amount of research could concoct such feelings. Perhaps she too had her own intergenerational memory, a vessel somewhat of the story of her people. But I didn’t ask because again, it was about language, representation, and the research process. Continue reading What is a love story? A Homegoing Review

Rotimi

This one did a number on me.

I’m in that stage in life where it is socially acceptable to not know many things. I don’t know if I want to have children. I don’t know if I want to get married. I don’t know where I want to live or what I want to do. Heck, I don’t even know what I want to eat tomorrow. But like the characters in this book, there comes a time when you know the answers to these questions and sometimes the knowing brings pain.

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A Mind Decolonized

Part 1: Bi Anyisi…

If this book is considered to be a literary bible, I have a confession to make to whoever considers themselves a literary priest: the tongue of my mothers rolls more strangely out of me than that of my colonizer.

I am afraid that if this revolution is to happen, I will have no language to write in.

Part 2: To…

This book is those books you have on your to-read list. And if you consider yourself a seeker of wokeness , some time during your journey, you’ll hopefully get to read it. In my case, it called me on the shelf of one of my woman-friends. It demanded to be read by me and so I read it. (Well a semester later but who cares?)

This is those books that lie on your desks demanding to be read. And if you heed its call be prepared to reread and restart because the message is piercing but just like the Bible, sometimes, you are leading yourself into slumber-temptation in the name of dim lights, slow music and a glass of wine. Okay,maybe not the last but still, be warned!

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