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
CW: This might be a hard one for some of you as there are mentions of suicide. Feel free to stop here if you need to.
“Days are not the only place where we live, Nikolai said.
Time is not the only place where we live, I said.
Days are. I don’t have to have days to live now.
And yet I have to live in days, I said.
I’m sorry, he said.
Days: the easiest possession, requiring only automatic participation. The days he had refused would come, one at a time. Neither my allies nor my enemies, they would wait, every daybreak, with their boundless patience and indifference, seeing if they could turn me into a friend or an enemy to myself.
Never apologize, I said, for what you have let go.”
Where Reasons End is a love letter from a mother to her dead son. She lived. He died. Same illness, different outcomes. Continue reading Where Reasons End: A Meditation
Each month, I save up my free NYT articles to be utilized solely within the modern love column. When the freebies fail to satiate me, as is often the case, I move on to their podcast which I religiously listen to on my way to school every Thursday morning. Recently, they had a college contest in which college students were asked to submit an essay on what modern love looks like for them. To no one’s surprise, I did not participate. Be that as it may, I did think about the prompt and in my own way, attempted to provide a small answer to their very big question.
It’s everything but L-O-V-E
The dreaded four letter word
It’s when the sweetest thing a guy says to you on your first date is
“Can I kiss you?”
And yet the question you’ve never been asked before
Continue reading The Unsent Letter to the Modern Love Column of The New York Times
I have been living in the metropole aka London for a couple of months now
I am studying in an institution that a couple of decades ago trained colonial administrators
But it is 2019 and formal colonialism ended, no? Continue reading Reflections from the Metropole
Hey lovelies! Hope you are having a wonderful weekend. Easter is definitely the time to tap into your spirituality, spend time with the people you care about and just hit the refresh button. I’ve been watching a lot of films and thought I’d share some films you might enjoy for that downtime this weekend. Continue reading Four Afrocentric Films to Enjoy this Easter Holiday