I found this photograph of me yesterday. Going by the date on the photo, I was 24 years old. This is the only photo I have of myself in my 20s. The photographer, a pal, had just purchased a costly camera and wanted to try it out. The photo was taken in Kano, Nigeria…
During the half term holiday, my family and I were the only black residents in a hamlet called Screen 6. My husband, J, is white so he was not a minority in this hamlet.
The hamlet, Screen 6, is a room with an enormous screen…
I was watching the TED talk given by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie “The danger of a single story”. This video has been watched 8,225,847 times on TED’s website. I am very proud of Chimamanda. Hopefully, Nigeria is proud of their daughter too.
Furthermore, I have listened to several of her interviews. I have also watched her TEDx Talk “We should all be feminists”. It marvels me that she still speaks in an Ibo accent. Chimamanda, why haven’t you adopted a British or American accent?
On Wednesday, I met with my oldest friend, L for coffee. We met in Costa at Old Street, London. And before you ask, yes, we were loud.
The joy of seeing each other was great. As we chatted about the hilarious, old days, our voices became louder, our laughter thunderous. Our loud voices became obvious when a woman, caught my eyes, gave me “the look”, smiled and continued whatever she was doing.
“The look” the woman gave, was discreet and powerful. My false self uses it on my children when we are in public,when I want them to portray themselves as classy and stylish. (Not judged wrongly).
Wow. I feel British. I feel transformed.
I have always wondered what it would feel like to be British. I have always wanted to dunk myself into everything British, this includes: food, culture, style, etc.
On Saturday 31st January, I enjoyed a culinary heritage called The Afternoon Tea for the very first time. This Afternoon Tea experience, has earned itself a 5 star on my pleasure radar. I must warn you, I take my limited number of pleasures seriously. Thanks, Oprah.