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Book review: Half A Yellow Sun

I’m on a roll with African authors. Having read ‘Americanah’ by Chimamanda Adichie, I felt indebted to read more of her books. Adding to my book shelf, ‘Half A Yellow Sun’ being the best indecisive decision ever made. 111 more words

Daily Fresh

The Political as Personal: On Reading Widely by Alexandra Watson

Art You Engaged. / Are you engaged? is an emergency issue of The James Franco Review. Writers, editors, and artists around the country explored what it means for them to be politically or consciously engaged in their work and to also examine literature’s relationship to safety.  734 more words

Issue: Art You Engaged

Friday, September 18

We began our new lesson focus today by watching The Danger of a Single Story.

If you were absent or out of class for the Discipline Disorder Show, PLEASE take twenty minutes to watch this video WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES (her accent is difficult to understand at times). 25 more words

10th Grade Literature

My Fashion, My Choice

I strolled to class in my usual fall gear; a thick grey sweater dress, graced with a faun pashmina scarf, thick opaque tights, and black flats. 656 more words


HAPPY BIRTHDAY Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, AWARD WINNING AUTHOR @chimamandasays @adichieparody

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, AWARD WINNING AUTHOR, Born 15 September 1977 (age 38) in Enugu, Enugu State, Nigeria

“The problem with gender is that it prescribes how we should be rather than recognizing how we are. 58 more words


My Drink of Choice - Bassey Ikpi

At first glance, Bassey Ikpi’s slender frame may fool you into likening her to a delicate, wiry Champagne flute, great at standing aloof and looking exquisite. 566 more words

Views And Reviews

'We Stayed Children': Akwaeke Emezi on Growing Up in Chaos in Aba, Nigeria

I spent my entire childhood in Aba, a commercial town in the south of Nigeria, where both my siblings were born. When I came back to the country after leaving for college, I knew from my first circling of the Lagos crowd that the location of my childhood would be ammunition against people who thought I didn’t belong, that I wasn’t Nigerian enough.

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