Author Kuukua Yomekpe reflections

first update from Ghana (long overdue)

In a throwback to my first time in an arcade, I settled into the 17-hour plane ride with two stops and 3 hours of layover, scanning the over 100 entertainment options with panicking and frenzied calculations. If I chose wisely, didn’t doze off, or take breaks while at the watering hole, I could potentially see 4 movies on the first leg and 3 on the second. What if I couldn’t decide which 7 were worth it? In the end, I didn’t make the 7 cut but I did see the period classics that I had missed in the theatres: the 7th Harry Potter (somebody needs to kiss already!), Black Swan (OMG!), Life As We Know It with Katherine Heigl, and Going the Distance with Drew Barrymore. I saw bits of Barney’s Version, No Strings Attached, The Rite, and Big Momma 3, enough to know not to spend any more shrinking brain cells on them. I believe that such nocturnal busyness is responsible for my current super comatose level of jet-lag.

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“They Are From the Motherland!” (International Women’s Day at Bard College, Simon’s Rock)

So I’m doing all the things I imagine celebs doing—shaking hands, nodding yes’s and no’s, thinking up quick answers to various questions ranging from “who inspired this or that story” to “why do you write”—when I glance over and see a group of giggling young women of African descent. Their excited faces give me the … Continue reading “They Are From the Motherland!” (International Women’s Day at Bard College, Simon’s Rock)

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WordPress Intimidation Post AWP

There! I'm here at the page. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think "I need to blog" but it has come to be so intimidating that I've been paralyzed for a while. I don't have anything to say. Who wants to read what I have to say anyway? The list of … Continue reading WordPress Intimidation Post AWP

Author Kuukua Yomekpe reflections

Happy Boxing Day!

For months I have been kicking myself for going to Ghana in August instead. It would have been so much nicer at Christmas when everyone else was home as well, and definitely more enjoyable to go with Sheela. But I didn't. I am here in the grey-slightly warming-up, sun-struggling-to-peek-through, Bay