Friday 25 April 2014

Book Review: Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozie Adiche

If you haven’t read the book, expect a few spoilers! :) 

The third novel by award winning Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, blew me away! The best novel I’ve read in 2014 so far. She takes what could have been an ordinary story about love and transforms it into a social commentary on race, discrimination, immigration, displacement.

The story opens in Princeton and we meet our main protagonist Ifemelu who has to travel by train to another surburb (one with more black people) to braid her hair for her upcoming move back to Nigeria. And as her hair is braided in a dirty, rundown hair salon in a more diversely populated and less affluent part of town, her story is unfolded to us in flashbacks and sometimes from the point of view from the man she has loved since secondary school Obinze.

We follow as they fall for each other in secondary school and go to university together. There are numerous strikes at the Nigerian university and Ifemelu finds her way to Philadelphia to attend school on a partial scholarship and struggles to find a job to pay the rest of her tuition. She breaks off contact with Obinze when she falls into depression due to an incident where she allows herself to be debased in order to earn money. Obinze is unable to acquire a visa to America due to more stringent security protocols and instead heads to the UK and lives on an expired permit as he tries to arrange a marriage of convenience but is instead deported. Deported! I read that scene at least three times because it was just so harrowing and I had grown so attached to him.

Ifemelu, however is the central character of this story, our ‘Americanah’, which describes a person who has been to America and comes back changed. A humurous example is of when she arrives home and experiences the humidity and heat she exclaims to her cousin “I cant breathe!”  which leads her cousin to uncontrollable laughter and she calls her an ’Americanah’. Because the phrase is so foreign to Africans. In America she had found success in her online blog that she used as a platform to share her observations as a “non American black”. But even ‘making it’ in America cannot staunch her desire to go back to her native Nigeria. Her family and friends do not understand why she would choose to go back, but Adichie describes it so aptly, that if you have ever felt a longing for a place to belong it is easy to relate:
“..there was cement in her soul. It had been there for a while, an early morning disease of fatigue, a bleakness and borderlessness. It brought with it amorphous longings, shapeless desires, brief imaginary glints of other lives she could be living, that over the months had melded into a piercing homesickness. ”

The rest of the story brings as back full circle to Ifemelu and Obinze, who is now a wealthy property developer, married to someone else, and with a daughter (oh no! where is the happy ending?), back in Nigeria again, as they try to find their way back to each other despite personal misgivings and societal expectations

Once again Adichie has weaved a tale that engrosses the reader completely and leaves you asking for more. Her prose is rich and her ability to articulate her observations on how race is an almost tangible thing in the way people interact with one another in countries where people of colour have been oppressed is astounding. I recommend this book for anyone who has ever immigrated to a place that is not your ‘home’ or for anyone who finally finds their way back to Africa. Whether you observed or were affected by racial prejudice and have strong views on the subject or whether you have never experienced it and always felt like it was an abstract social construct that did not really affect you directly (like me), I urge you to read this book and experience a different point of view. It is more than a story on displacement, it is a story about love. And I'm a sucker for a good love story :)

Have you read it? What did you think?

Tuesday 22 April 2014

Won't Be Soon Before Long

Initially I intended to make two separate posts on what I had worn to work a few weeks ago but it turns out getting pictures taken everyday is only possible if you live with a photographer (I don't). So I had to do this over the weekend which is why my hair and accessories don't differ much. Im still happy with the final product though.

I work for a Wildlife research centre.  The dress code is ultra casual, no suits and ties. In fact almost everyone dresses in khaki's and nuetrals (practicality over fashion). So my look for work is a little more flamboyant than pretty much everyone I work with, but hey a girl has gotta stay true to herself right? I do try however to find a balance between practicality and looking stylish. This isn't always easy and I see-saw between feeling over dressed and I underdressed all the time. My general rule is; look cute but not like you're trying to hard. It seems to work so far but necessary adjustments are made when necessary. Bold prints and colours are a reoccurring theme in my closet as are flowy fabrics. I think these two outfits are pretty representative of my daily looks. Comfort is always key.


Top: Jay Jays, Skirt: Mr Price, Shoes: Woolworths

Top and Sandals : Mr Price, Skirt: H&M

                                      My style is constantly evolving so watch this space.

Tuesday 15 April 2014

Family Matters


A love of fashion runs deep in my family. My mum and her sisters made sure I was never short of inspiration or advice growing up. It still took awhile for me to come into my own in spite of the fact that we’re  the type of people who watch fashion TV for hours. My mum watches more fashion TV than me! Do you see what I have to deal with ? Its obvious my "I don't care about fashion" side never stood much of a chance! Its genetic!  I was born loving pretty things, peferably pretty things you can wear. 

Here’s a few shots of my aunt (who’s really more like an older sister) that I took a few weeks ago. I loved her outfit and had to share. See the family resemblance ? Her personal style is alot more put together and classic than mine but we still tend to gravitate towards similar things. I love the deep blue of the dress and the sequins act like accesories. The shoes add a pop of colour (who knew brown could pop ?). All in all a simple yet stylish outfit for work,  church or even a wedding. 







Dress: Lindex, Shoes: Woolworths


How about all you Makgarebe out there?  Who influences your style or who got you started in thhe fashion-game ? 

Thursday 10 April 2014

Life’s A Beach

“ Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh, reckless abandon
Like no one’s watching you”
-          The Temper Trap – Sweet Disposition

That song was stuck in my head when I was walking on the beach two weeks ago. My cousin took me frolicking ( everyone should frolic) in the waves to celebrate being alive for 25 years and the beginning of my slow decline into middle age (I assume that’s what we were commemorating). Worry not. Many pictures of said frolicking were taken. Please scroll down and enjoy the last images of my fleeting youth.

First we went to the swanky LaPalm Royal Beach Hotel for lunch, where I ordered the beef (well done) which was sadly quite chewy and hard. Overpriced for nothing, people! My cousin had the shrimp and fried rice and a random dude sitting alone came to join us (maybe he could smell my youth evaporating and hoped to gain some of it through diffusion) and he ordered the tilapia and rice. We also ordered some creamy virgin cocktails. We took a large number of pictures in a corridor dedicated to some amazing local artwork, some selfies in the large air-conditioned bathroom and walked through the well manicured grounds. No one paid us any mind, young women must be taking selfies and random pictures throughout the hotel every weekend. But seriously… there was no security! Gotta love Ghana!

The view from the outdoor restaurant was pretty sweet



Like a boss..

A glimpse into some of the mysterious things that happen in gilrs' bathrooms

The corridor with all the lovely artwork











































After that we went down to Labadi Beach Hotel, right next door because La Palm did not have access to the beach, probably to keep its exclusivity and not let riff raff like yours truly in. Labadi beach was BUSY and fabulous, which is not surprising because it’s the busiest beach on Ghana’s coast (or so wiki says). This is where all my youthful frolicking can be observed. Growing up in a landlocked country (Botswana) I am always bowled over when I stand on the edge of large bodies of water. Is this real? Does the water really go on and on for ever? If I follow the horizon will I find the beginning of everything? Feeling insignificant and yet significant at the same time. Does that make sense? Like, I am too small to control anything but seeing the majesty of it all makes me believe that I am not a random consequence of genetics and chance.

Okay maybe the word ‘majesty’ is too strong, the beach was very crowded and the shore was littered with some strange, brown algae, and every two minutes a guy on a horse would ask if you would like a ride on his equine beast, which I politely declined over, and over AND over again. I didn’t swim (just did my hair!). But a lot of goofing off and fun was had.
Black girl afraid of the water -_-
The seating area by the beach

Scenes from the beach

Weird brown algae, that was everywhere!

Beach selfie. WHAAAAT!


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I tried to get a pic of me jumping mid air. Instead I landed like a ballerina
with my legscrossed. FTW!































So there you go, that’s what a day at the beach was like for me. 25 is starting to look good (evaporation of youth not withstanding). How did you celebrate your last birthday? Comment and tell me if frolicking was involved J


Monday 7 April 2014

The Perks Of Natural Hair


I've had natural hair for about 6 years now. Add to that all the years of my childhood spent begging my mum to let me use the creamy crack and you’ll see I've been a natural (implying everybody else is fake) most of my life. This is apparently a big deal in the natural hair community, along with when you did the “big chop” and whether or not you use petroleum based products. There’s a whole other world out there people! I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on the subject of natural hair. For the first year I just walked around with a kinky (but cute) mass on my head.  Then it evolved into a baby fro and just stayed that way for a while. I honestly had no clue what to do with my air until about a year ago when I discovered natural hair blogs. An oasis in a desert. So for the last year I’ve been taking better care of my hair and I gotta say it works, a little too well. Anyway that’s not what this is about. This is about what I’ve learnt on my natural hair journey. Why it’s so much fun to be a natural. Random fact about me, I like lists, you may or may not have noticed. So here‘s another list.

The moral high ground. Being a natural is awesome, no matter how immersed you are in western  culture (pretty sure I could get a green card just from my knowledge of American food alone) you can pull the “I have natural hair” card and go on about how the white man still controls us with his money, language , food  and music. And people take you seriously coz you have natural hair and therefore you’re immune to the white man’s crafty ways. Apparently your ability to resist hair relaxer is a barometer for social awareness and legit arguments on race, culture and neo-colonialism.

You become more aware of your surroundings and social issues. If you weren’t a social activist before I can guarantee having a fro will make you consider becoming one. For some reason the issue of natural hair really polarizes people. Are weaves holding us back as black women? Does natural hair look unprofessional? Would Obama have won the election if Michelle had had natural hair (yes this is a real argument)? All interesting topics, all things you didn’t really care about until you watched Chris Rock’s Good Hair and/or went Natural.

Men think you’re a woman of substance. One of my personal favourites. It’s all fun, games weak pick up lines until to you pull of your fro. You’re a “queen” and “empress” or whatever Erykah Badu and Jill Scott want to be called these days. You’re a woman of substance. Your fro is a siren song calling men near and far to treat you with respect. Now let’s not forget I live in Botswana so we exclude the combi conductors, taxi drivers and general all around weirdo’s (also known as most of them)  I stumble upon almost daily.  But yeah generally it works. Terms and conditions apply.

You slowly become a health nut. Beware of the powers of the fro. The fro has a force within it powerful enough to turn seemingly innocent couch potatoes into marathon-running, clean- eating hippies. You start off with the best intentions. You discover petroleum based products aren’t good for your hair and want to incorporate better products into your hair regime. Turns out in the world of natural hair “better” means natural. Then it turns out you gotta eat right too... then they tell you, you’ve got exercise and sleep better, all for your hair. You do want that Tracee Ellis Ross Hair right?  Before you know you’re a fully fledged health nut with a luxurious fro kicking yourself coz your body feels so good. How did this happen????



You become a semi-rebel. I don't have a criminal record, I’ve generally (I repeated generally) kept good grades most of my life. I’m polite to elders, help out in my community, don’t do drug and all that good stuff. On paper I’m not rebel material that was until I got natural hair. Suddenly I was anti-establishment. I like it, I like it a lot *grins*. Especially when I visit Zambia where people associate my hair with all sorts of alternative life choices. I become cool and exotic or just a weirdo, depending on how you look at it.




What d’you guys think? Is Natural hair as big a deal as we make it out to be? Any of your Guys out there “Naturals”? Share your experiences with us.