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When Things Fall Apart
I remember reading Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe in the Spring of 2018. I was a senior in college, and I had just gone through trauma that turned my world upside down. The novel illustrates the consequences of colonialism–specifically devastating and hurting the Igbo people – a tribe in Southern Nigeria. Achebe mastered the…
Back to School – Back to Fall
“Hey, let’s stop by Barnes & Noble after dinner,” my sister said as she grabbed the keys. Mom, sister, and I left her newly-decorated dorm room and went to the nearest MBTA stop. It was hot but bearable. On our way to the stop, we crossed a bridge that led to the Charles River, which…
NYC the new photo op for influencers?
When the COVID-19 hit New York City in March 2020, many people fled the city. As months passed by, people who fled posted photos of their new “office stations” from their second homes. I remember thinking, ”How is this fair?” when I saw people with alternative options for housing. “Mountain mama” a person captioned on…
Hopper’s Isolationism & Pandemic Living
“By April 2020, the city was quiet, empty, and serenely depressing.” I think someone once asked me, “If you could live in a painting, what would it be?” My answer is and has always been, Nighthawks (1942) by Edward Hopper. I was first introduced to Hopper back when I was in elementary school. If I…
what is your privilege?
This was originally written in July 2019. Found it in “trash” folder and I decided to re-read, edit, and share it. I am busy packing and there are towers of brown boxes in my room. I am getting ready to relocate to a beautiful neighborhood in Harlem. Quiet, residential place seems like a good fit…
Listen to your garden.
I usually do not like talking about myself on this blog. One of the reasons is because I am afraid to share my writing. But, as a person who is ready to take risks, I’ve decided to fiddle my ideas around and try to share them somewhere. What is a better place than my personal…