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Great advice from the Americanah blog.
The best language is simple, sincere, and should actually make sense. Be original. Be real.
Looked through some old photos this week. I never could have imagined that a path like this:
would lead me toward a place like this:
And that’s Anga Merlo for you. Pretty excited to marry that guy!
I recently finished Toni Morrison’s Beloved. Her words are thick and heavy. I could only read it in small doses and each time I earmarked a page to return to later, I’d do one of those quick, intense, exhales. Whoo.
I noticed a little blurb about another book of hers that I’d like to pick up soon. The Bluest Eye. The description immediately reminded me of Lupita Nyong’o’s speech on beauty.
You know how sometimes the perfect song comes on the radio? So in Brussels, after I told my school I wouldn’t return the next year… and before I was offered a job at Bridge… it was a roller coaster ride. And one morning on the way to school this song came on and brought me so much peace! It recently resurfaced… Home by Phillip Phillips.
Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
‘Cause I’m gonna make this place your home
Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble—it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Had some delicious nyama choma in the Ngong Hills, just outside Nairobi. I don’t know if the hair here is tradition or poor form, but there’s the goat tail for you.