Americanah

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I just wanted to start off this post by saying... "We teach girls to shrink themselves... I'm FLAWLESS". Sorry, I've worked out to "Flawless" by Beyonce one too many times! Here's a short book review of Americanah. 

Short Summary 

  • A journey about two people in the midst of following their dreams. In the quest for a slice of the American pie this twisted love story shows how actions, events, and luck test the foundation of Obinze & Ifemelu’s relationship

    The Good

  •  Popular novel that has thought provoking discussion abut race
  • The novel switches perspectives between Obinze and Ifemelu. So the reader gets both perspectives from both
  • The story ends in a cute fashion with just enough resolution to conclude the story yet open enough to allow the reader to use their own imagination to fill in the holes.
  •   Here blog pieces were relevant, thought provoking, and fairly current (there was mention of Obama’s first presidential campaign)

The Bad


  • Ifemelu can at times come across as stark. Here greatest strength “Her intelligence & observant spirit” is also her down fall.  At times she seems heartless and judgmental. While she is constantly critically of others she never reflects on her own flaws.
  • Adichie does not balance the time we are spent looking at things through Obinze’s lens as opposed to Ifemelu. About 60 % of the time the story happens from Ifemelu’s perspective while the other 40 occurs with Obinze.
  • Have you ever seen the Titanic? In the movie the story is told by the older rose on a ship that searching for this lost gem necklace. Well, Adichie positions Ifemelu to tell part of her story from a hair braiding story. The bouncing back and forth from present to past to future is very confusing and choppy. 
  • Given that the blog posts were very related to the story as a whole, they seemed to be airdropped out of nowhere. There would be a “random” blog post inserted at the end of several chapters.  And Adichie would foreshadow the post several chapters before she would share them.

Notable quotes

  • ·      “She felt with him a self-affection. He made her life herself . With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was the right size” (Adichie 73)
  • “In America’s public discourse, “Blacks” as a whole are often lumped with “Poor Whites”. Not Poor Blacks and Poor Whites, But Blacks and Poor Whites. A curious thing indeed” (Adichie 205).
  •  “…but I should never have married her” ( Adichie 588).

Until the next book. 
Ciao Bella. 



Selfish?

A little part of me feels as though I have several post entitled "Selfish". Oh-well.

Recently I've been very selfish. Not in that cut throat, the "world-revolves-around-me" kind of selfish. But that selfishness that is 55% thinking about me while only thinking about others about 45% of the time.

Currently, I'm listening to Frank Ocean & Jay Z all while Guy Code plays as background noise to my music and writing. I'm really unmotivated to connect with my friends that truly mean so much to me. I've honestly made no effort. Zero, zip, NADA.

On one hand it's hella refreshing. There is no stress of coordinating times, meeting up, putting in the work. There's no effort. Maybe this is a reflection of me, maybe it's something deeper. Hanging out with friends is fun, it's a combination of nostalgia, adventure, laughter, and celebration.

Maybe I don't want to celebrate.

I apologize friends for not answering texts on time. For not putting in the effort to make our relationship work. I've just been working on me.

With that being said, I'm actually going on a spiritual sabbatical. I will delve into this deeper at a a later time.  To my former church, I love you and I will always have love for you. God bless. Thank you Lord for opening my eyes to different horizons.

Ciao Bella.

Blocked

The anguish of a Creative Soul.
It’s not that I’m a perfectionist. That’s definitely not it. But there is some overwhelming barrier that keeps preventing me from releasing my creativity.

I’m going to go out on a limb a dub myself an Artist. Yes, everyone I’m an artist. (And I’m sensitive about my craft *Erykah Badu voice*) Although every time I start something I can never seem to complete it because of my anxiousness. Is it perfect? Can I make it better? What should I add?

There’s nothing like that self-reflection after an action that I could have done that just a bit better. I’m so inspired by my fellow YouTubers, Bloggers, Fashionistas, Lifestylistas. (Sidenote: I just coined the term Lifestylistas! I really like it too. Its quirky yet commercial)  It seems like the I cannot attain the professional and creative level of those people I’m inspired by.

And I’m so frustrated because it all seems so unattainable. I guess this phenomena would resemble a creative insecurity. That I may never been stylish enough or inspiring enough or thought provoking enough.  I cannot and will not allow my great ideas to be stuck behind the “four walls” of my brain.  It’s a feeling worst than writer’s block, it’s creativity block.

But here’s a cheers to starting…
A cheers to completing what I’ve started
A cheers to putting in the work

A cheers to having enough conviction to stand firmly behind my own opinions.

Ciao Bella.

[Photo Credit: Seanwes]

That Time of the Year

It's finals y'all. Sorry I haven't been posting. I will be bad. Pray for me. I praying for you, Lovebugs as well.

-Ciao Bella.

Final Page

Hello Love bugs. Thank you so much for viewing my adventures in New York. For the finally days, I've decided to encapsulate everything in a nice scrapbook like format. Here are some pics from the Brooklyn Flea Market, a Peaches (a Brooklyn southern style restaurant), the New York skyline and other odds. Enjoy the photos.  I tried Magnolia Bakery's infamous Banana Pudding. Yum!

Sidenote: I'm  starting to realize that maybe I wouldn't want to live in NYC. After living in DC for several (a bit of a stretch) years, I can't not live in a city that dirty. Its seems as though everything in New York is covered in this perpetual layer of "grungy". Hey, maybe if I have a penthouse or something I may reconsider. I also don't want the city to lose it's magic. Sigh.








Ciao Bella

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