Number Six! (Update: individual OTC stories are no longer available, but you can download them all in a single PDF collection on my OTC site.) Sneak peek? Kuukua and the Difficult Doors There were invisible threads on the ceiling now. My roommate Nana Konamah and I had gotten fed up. The architects of this hostel must… Continue reading Kuukua and the Difficult Doors
Apparently not. Feels like it's been going on for ages, doesn't it? Anyway, if you're wondering how I'm managing to throw out seven thousand words each month like this, I just want you to know: same. In the mean time, prepare your minds and iBooks libraries for On the Ceiling #6: Kuukua and the Difficult Doors… Continue reading Ah, so still aa, the series is not over?
I often think of knowledge as Rapunzel, of college as the impenetrable tower, and of myself as the lovestruck outsider, begging her to let down her spines. Each time I meet the Board of Wizards that keep her in captivity, They tell me that she must be fiercely guarded Then, that they believe strongly in… Continue reading College Libraries.
Yo, she’s so cool! I met her the day after the Jon Bellion concert, so of course, I was already beat. By the end of this day, I knew I was going to be exhausted. But at least the exhaustion was voluntary. Sometimes, I feel like my soul is dying and art is the only… Continue reading I met Jamilla Okubo, and that was fun.
I didn’t particularly want to read this book. I wouldn’t have gone looking for it myself, but my auntie gave it to me for free, and rarely will I refuse a free book. Before she’d given it to me, though, she’d warned me that it wasn’t as good as Americanah. I became apprehensive at that… Continue reading My Thoughts: Behold the Dreamers
I saw Jonathan D. Bellion in person for the first, and what I hope will not be the last time. I wonder if he’ll get famous enough or I’ll get broke enough to be unable to afford his tickets anymore. Unfortunately, at the end of this wonderful concert of LA’s The Human Condition III tour,… Continue reading On Seeing the Love of My Life in Person
I have begun to try doing everything I can to avoid the whole “Where are you from?” conversation, especially with old, white people. I’ll stuff food in my mouth. I’ll stay on the other side of the room long enough that you never get the chance to ask what my name is or what it… Continue reading I’m Probably Not Interested in Hearing How My Country Changed Your Life