Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s book Americanah about love, loss and identity really spoke my story and my feelings. The premises of it is a young woman immigrating to the US leaving her home and her love. A young man’s immigrating to the UK looking for his love, freedom and identity. Their stories entangled in a web … Continue reading Americanah By Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I have been very proactive on getting my mental health on track. Learning neat tips and tricks of how to own my mental health and be okay with myself when it takes over. The most important thing for me is knowing that it will get better. And guess what, it does. I think now that … Continue reading How I Can Help You
Over the past year and a half, I have gained weight enough to change my clothing size and became a little bit more plum on my hips, stomach and ass. As a society, it would seem that my body type is ideal because weight gained transferred to my ass/hips and thighs. From the outside I … Continue reading Loving My Body
Our rendition of spending time together is spent literally studying together. And being this space has been interesting. Together it's been great, trekking for places to study knowing we would either end up in the library or math building. Watching him talk to his classmates about induction and sets that gets me more attracted to … Continue reading Study Sessions Filled with Love
I am scared to leave the honeymoon stage, terrified, it gives me goosebumps thinking about how my lover will eventually stop looking at me longingly. Me stopping to have the urge to caress his hair. His addiction to shower me with kisses and need to sleep in his arms. My past relationships have ended before … Continue reading Honeymoon Stage
Love is hard to come by, at least for me. I am highly sensitive and naive of how manipulative it can be. In my on chaotic island of a mind, I believe there is a time in place for appreciation and be adored. A place where I can freely speak my truth to someone who … Continue reading Falling in Love
Amazingly enough in October, not having the habit of opening my blinds to know the appropriate clothes to wear in this spontaneous fall weather. I get a wonderful Sunday morning call informing the horror that was happening outside. And you guys! It was snowing in October! Freaking October, I am a black woman who somehow … Continue reading First Snow Fall
Hello all, I am a Black woman in my twenties living in Midwest America learning to love and live. I am an African immigrant from Rwanda but I have lived in Zambia for a large portion of my life. Being in the USA with new identities; a woman, Black, U.S citizen and college educated. I … Continue reading Before You Begin
