Warning this is not a review of the film which you will find here. But it is an adoption of the phrase ‘catching feelings’ as the most apt expression for a tinder generation like mine that clicks because of witty side lines.
Lesson learnt: Don’t take sidelines for granted. Continue reading Catching Feelings
Warning: This ain’t a post about Africa! Lol😂
Anyway, as I am still figuring out what content I want to permanently feature on this site, I thought it would be nice to infuse my love for all things global and all things urban. Besides, who wouldn’t love some beautiful images gracing their screens?
These images were taken during a trip to Little Tokyo and China Town in Los Angeles, California. Also, the camera was an IPhone 8 so don’t expect professional images😜
Okay, I’m done with the excuses!
Till next time!
-Atieno Continue reading A Touch of East Asia in Downtown LA!
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
There are power in words
You are not a descendant of slaves
You do not ascend from slavery
You are a descendant of free people who were enslaved
To stop your lineage at the point of disruption is to ignore the continuity of life that persisted through trauma and social death Continue reading To My Afrikan-in-America Comrade
Our mothers cook up revolutions in their kitchens
They do the things we are still struggling to name ourselves
Feminist-ing… Womanist-ing… Empowering the Girl child
How strong does a person need to be to make meaning out of the meaningless, to make love out of the routine, to create value out of the illegitimate
They just need to be a woman
A black radical woman.
————— Continue reading WE WANTED A REVOLUTION: BLACK RADICAL WOMEN,1965-85