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Americanah is a story of love, culture shock, transition and transformation, discovery and adaptation, and finally race and hair. The latter two fascinate me because they also seem to be what Adichie really wants to talk about, subtly touches on but often does not return to.
Tears brim as the sharp wind stings my eyes and flirts with my cardigan which I pulled on halfway through blogging this post. In the meantime a fog has rolled in and the sun is making an effort to play Hide-go-Seek with it. Here I sit on this Coney Island boardwalk deciding that upon returning from my “pier” I will go ride one of the speed cars. Onward to my next adventure, taking me farther and further. Join me, or find a pier and embark on your own musings! Happy Summer!
You are buried here I can’t stop thinking about that It’s like you are here You are all around me
Shaded from the rays of the sun, yet situated where I can still enjoy the sunshine, I sit on a rocking chair. The bright rays of the sun play on the leaves of the green tress that not so long ago were bare. I have finally made good on my promise to drop by and … Continue reading Michael’s Porch
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Musings of An African Woman 