I won’t come on with the “sorry I forgot about you people” cliche,no am here to call myself out so if you don’t mind,excuse me.
Until I watched Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s “The danger of a single story,”I was lying to myself ,my mind and to literature itself.
Ask me about books written by African authors like Ngugi Wa Thiong’o,Chimamanda,bloggers like Bikozulu,Binyavanga…
What do you think I would tell you about this people?Truly,I would tell you they are all wonderful people,wonderful writers with beautiful creative minds and I would name books like Coming to Birth just to make you think I have actually read the whole book.Sorry I disappointed you.
It’s true,I grew up reading books written by white people who are overjoyed when the sun comes up,who go out and play in the snow,have blue eyes and straight hair that forms ponytails.I didn’t read a lot of African literature and neither did I imagine that people with kinky hair could exist in books,speak fluent English,a language I fell in love with as a kid.
My writings reflect a lot on what I read as a child ,growing up and adoring American literature,beautiful ladies with blonde hair and emerald eyes,blue eyes.
Reading a lot on wattpad during high school and adoring my fellow students that wrote so well.I just wanted to be like them so I did my own writing, both poetry and stories and posted them on wattpad.
Coming to university,almost a sophomore now,I have come to terms with accepting and loving African literature.For one,because I have to read about 43 novels for my unit on Kenyan literature and second,because Chimamanda motivated me to.The reading and criticisms that come with this…
But just to confess,a lot comes with American literature;words that I use as slang and a whole new revolution of romance,it disturbs my mind.I know people who would die for these kinds of books.I understand how you feel.We still love the well explained sessions and the good number of pages that come with it.
So if I hadn’t listened to Chimamanda’s speech I would still be struggling to match my writing to that of Anna Todd not knowing I could be me, a black girl with a passion for literature and that a person like me with kinky hair that frustrated me when I looked at How long and straight Troian Bellisario’s hair was,could also exist in a well written novel even though I wasn’t dipping my legs in a pool but in a river with omena😂.