PLEASE TELL ME SHE DIDN’T TWEET THIS AND DELETED IT
It’s all over twitter
Mannnn I check out of life.
fucking white shit that pisses me off. Like Mandela doesn’t even need your shallow ass meaningless tweet. If you don’t know who the fuck he s just don’t fucking mention it. She just stay maintaining her dumbass, airhead image. Fucking twat.
Yooooo the tweet was fake. Parody account forged it (probably photoshop, or a simple pic cropping and stitching thing)… Went viral. Several news agencies reported that she hadn’t actually tweeted anything for a while. She responded later about being upset someone would make that up and how silly it was:
By turns tender and trenchant, Adichie’s third novel takes on the comedy and tragedy of American race relations from the perspective of a young Nigerian immigrant. From the office politics of a hair-braiding salon to the burden of memory, there’s nothing too humble or daunting for this fearless writer, who is so attuned to the various worlds and shifting selves we inhabit — in life and online, in love, as agents and victims of history and the heroes of our own stories.
The New York Times
Nooooo. That’s not what the book is about. I mean, yes, it does talk about American race relations from a Nigerian immigrant’s perspective, but to use that as the leading description? Nah. But I guess that’s the only way you can sell it as relevant to American readers..
It’s about being an immigrant (and a sub-Saharan African one at that), all the experiences and observations that come from that position in society - including, but not limited to, race relations. And then it’s about going back home, and the brand new set of experiences that brings as well. You’re welcome NYT.
I struck up a conversation with him, and he casually mentioned that he was having trouble adjusting to Columbia, due to his “previous situation.” So I asked him to elaborate.
"I was born in Egypt," he said. "I worked on a farm until 3rd grade with no education. I came to the US for one year, started 4th grade, but was pulled out because my father couldn’t find work and returned to Egypt for a year. The first time I went to an actual school was middle school, but the whole school was in one classroom, and I was working as a delivery boy to help the family. It was illegal for me to be working that young, but I did. When I finally got into high school, my house burned down. We moved into a Red Cross Shelter, and the only way we could live there is if we all worked as volunteers. I got through high school by watching every single video on Khan Academy, and teaching myself everything that I had missed during the last nine years. Eventually I got into Queens College. I went there for two years and I just now transferred to Columbia on a scholarship provided by the New York Housing Association for people who live in the projects. It’s intimidating, because everyone else who goes to Columbia went to the best schools, and have had the best education their entire lives."
I don’t know that I often need to eat Egyptian food, or Ukrainian food, or Uruguayan food, or Indonesian food. In Manhattan, I can easily order any of these styles of cooking, or any other cuisine, whether I have ever heard of it, delivered piping hot, reasonably priced, to my front door, at 3pm or 5am, any day of the week, 365 days of the year. This is not important, but it’s fun and, somehow, it’s reassuring.
New York is not perfect. It’s dirty, but it’s covered in good dirt. It’s not the only place on earth that matters, but it’s a magnet for ambitious people. Whether that means a well-educated physicist, or an ambitious hedge-fund manager, or a cab driver from a developing country who wants a better life for his kids, they all come to New York.
It’s why I go crazy every time I see a picture of the place. It reminds me of something I always tell friends - you step out onto the pavement and you can actually feel the ambition. In the sound, in the sunlight, in the wind, in how fast everything is moving. NYC breathes ambition and achievement.
It’s why, you can order whatever you want to eat, whenever you want it. It’s why the food is exceptional. The nightlife, the museums, the service, the people - are all exceptional because mediocre doesn’t exist in New York.
The AfroGallonism project is an artistic concept to explore the relationship between the prevalence of the yellow oil gallons in regards to consumption and necessity in the life of the modern African.
This is painting of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah is a part of the collection of the AfroGallonism project.
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
or we just like the way flowers look and thought it would be cool if they didn’t die in 2 days..