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“Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than to hurt yourself trying to put them back together.”

— Unknown

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today I’m going to be talking about the government. Seeing that I want to be president when i grow up I feel like I have to adress the office I will be serving. So first I’m going to indulge into the conspiracy theory’s I have. I just don’t understand how space is sooooo big riiii???, but you expect there to not be aliens??? ARE YOU DAUMMBBB?? then, all these “vast oceans” that are so deep and stretch across continents and all that, you telling me there is NO MERMAIDD? shinnnn meeee??? I’m tired of this government hiding stuff from me and OVER IT. IVE HAD ENOUGHH. so when I become president there will be none of this. Then you see how much we really don’t know about the government like everytime something happens they always try to hide it from the people. Like do you ever think about how we are trained to feel a certain way about things that happen because of societal norms that are enforced and facilitated by the government but we don’t really have our own opinion like from the heart. like take racism for example. whyyy am I trained to feel bad when there is an insult about black people. Like I understand historically , I “should” feel bad but if someone calls another black person a monkey on national television but they’re not talking to me so why???? That’s just how they trained us to be. I know a lot of this stuff is radical and although my opinions aren’t fully formulated yet, this is how I feel. Sometimes I just think we are apart of a big game and someone is playing us and I don’t mean God. like you know the game The Sims where we press on actions and stuff and the Sims do it. I think that’s happening to us. Especially when I do something really dumb or remake the same mistake, I’m telling you, were in a game. This is the government controlling us. I probably really sound like one of those guys that yells on the corner of lenox right now, but hey, you never know what’s going on in our country. My last conspiracy will be the one I am most confused about. WHAT THE HECK happens to people in the Bermuda Triangle. When I learned about it in like 4th grade, I was like whatttt because people and things of SIGNIFICANT MAGNITUDE are just disappearing & no oneeeee is paying attention to that. Like are you hearing this , whole ships are missing 😂 i dont know if that’s worrisome to you, but that’s crazy to me. Well that’s enough of that. You guys have been in my head for too long & you might think I’m crazy now lol. see ya kqlubish.

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hey kqlubish. as you all should know by now I have been reading the book americanah. although I am far from finished, I recommend you to throw your phone across the room & run to Barnes and nobles or the library to go get it. I’m just going to banish some misconceptions about the book now. yes, the book is very influenced by African culture because the book is written by a Nigerian author who used her own experiences to design her characters. However, this doesn’t mean that other people that don’t identify as african can’t relate. I myself thought that i would not be interested in the book because I was not african and you guys know I’m very critical. But, the book was actually a great read and there were things that I could relate to or at least identify as something that I knew of because of my environment. The book is basically about the experience of an african women who comes to America and faces the troubles of being a black American for the first time. The book explores themes of identity, unhomeliness, love, religion, racism, feminism, post colonialism , and many more. this just goes to show that even if you don’t think you’ll enjoy the book, with the many facets it explores, you’re sure to find something you like. Adiche writes the book to highlight the ignorance of Americans who group together different groups under the pretense of prejudice and inferiority. Basically, in layman’s terms, she exposes how “white america” turns what is supposed to be a melting pot into a subdivided nation based on racism, classism, and sexism. If you like conspiracies, go read. If you like stories of love, heart break and rekindling, go read. If you just want to learn about someone else’s perspectives on the intricacies of the American hierarchy, go read. The novel carries something for everyone. Adiche models her characters as sort of the stereotypical archetypes you would find when debunking the topic she writes about. Whether it is the “overly non-racist” who has good intentions but comes off too strong in her emphasis on positive reinforcement when addressing “blacks” or the boyfriend back home who feigns nonchalance but really wants back the love of his life, there is a character that everyone can trace some shared qualities with and analyze the role that they, as a reader, would play in this postcolonial analysis in Adiche’s perspective of America. Regardless of if you are just looking for a book to read on your spare time or a book to scrutinize and base your college thesis off of, this book is a perfect balance of seriousness and education that makes you forgot you are reading and helps you delve into the world of literature.

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how old are you?

i mean, im in high school and ive never gotten retained. so that means im between 14-18. aka, young lolll

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post colonial syndrome.

          hey guys. so basically for this blog I have to talk about immigration in the context of my book. I’m not talking about “build the wall” narrative, Mexican immigration that “yall’s president” as my teacher puts it, type of immigration. I’m talking about african immigrants coming to American and becoming citizens, or not. This topic relates to the book because almost ALL of the characters are immigrants of some form. The story is literally based off the narrative of a non-American black who comes from africa and tells her experiences of being “black” and having and being forced to identify as things she would’ve never thought about in her native country. She also talks about how she has to face racism, hard economic times, assumptions, and other things that she wouldn’t have gone through in her own country. All of the characters are from Nigeria and although they carry different forms of identity with themselves and their connection to Nigeria, the are all viewed the same in America. For example, Ifemelu talked of how she had to pretend to have the perspectives and backgrounds of a black American in her college classes because she was the only person of color there , the class not taking into consideration that she had no idea how black Americans felt about the topic. Additionally, aunty uju faced problems with perming her hair, moving where she lived, marrying a useless but citizen husband , and changing her accent so that it could be acceptable to “others”. Lastly, dike, aunty ujus son, faced racism and he barely identified with nigeria because he was the darkest kid in his camp. His counselors told him that he didn’t need sunscreen because black people didn’t need it while all the other kids needed it because they were lighter. This made him feel left out because he wanted to be “normal”. Like that’s really crazyyyyy, even though they aren’t from america , they still are subjected to the colonial repercussions of being black in America.           In my opinion that’s really crazy like whoooo does that. If someone doesn’t want to be identified as something , don’t call them that. You know what that is , COLONIAL AMERICA. someone shouldn’t have to be looked at sideways when they open the door to a fancy house because of the color of their skin. you know what that is , COLONIAL AMERICA. nobody should have to be called “beautiful”, “wonderful” , and “strong” so many times it loses meaning because any other word just seems to not be in the vocabulary of those who wish to describe the people they speak of. again, COLONIAL AMERICA. while this is just so sick & wrong, it is engrained into american society somehow and I have no idea how to change it. Something tells me we are all being mind-warped into thinking a certain way and even being giving the tools to criticize what we know which is still trained to be controlled by colonial America. i call that post-colonial syndrome. Will total equality and a world free of prejudice and pecking order really work? I don’t know. and it’s kind of 9:54 right now and I have no other homework so I’m going to sleep on that question. maybe I’ll post my answer if I find one.

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favorite song.. first heard this while watching ALL AMERICAN ON NETFLIX at the funeral scene of a known teenage gang member named Shawn who was just misunderstood and arguably a product of his society. we learned during flashbacks of interactions between the protagonist and the Shawn, that because the protagonist was raised by his mom to avoid the gang presense in Crenshaw he interpreted all of their interactions in a bad way. However, another gang member told the protagonist at the funeral that although Shawn pretended to hate him, he actually didn’t let any of the gang members bother him because he was sure that he would be his only classmate to make it out of Crenshaw because of his football talent.  So at the funeral, he relived all of their memories and saw how the revelation revealed Shawn’s prideful and not jealous tone when saying “ he always has somewhere better to be” when other gang members asked the protagonist to tag along with them. A song about being freed from your sins and forgiven. go listennn. 

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don’t say it, periodt...

Hey kqclubishhhhh, today were talking about the n-word. In a class called the black experience, tis was kind of inevitable so let's get started.( Disclaimer: im black, i say the n-word, just so you can know some background to see if you want to accept my opinion or not) If you're white, learn something. If you're not, you can learn something too. In my opinion the n-word is not offensive WHEN BLACKS SAY IT TO OTHER BLACKS. I am tiredddddd of white people thinking they can get away with it. Like i don't care what type of white person you are. I don't care if you grew up in a black neighborhood, have black friends, a rapper, or want to be black. You are not invited to the cookout, PERIODTT. Black people can use the word as a re appropriation because we should be able to own the word that had owned us for over 400 years. Additionally, black people do not use it in the same context as it was originally used. Nowadays, it's more of a term of endearment t used for joking around with FRIENDS. It is not necessarily used to describe black people anymore. Like a random person could be on the street of an race, gender, any different sub group you can think of. Let’s say a tractor-trailer-confederate flag waving, trump supporter is yelling at people or something. A BLACK PERSON can say “ this n*gga’s bugging”. Like just because the word was previously used to degrade us doesn't mean we cant turn the meaning into what WE want it to be. There is never a time when other races can use it. I don't care about entertainment, sports, nothing. WHat is so fascinating about the word that you want to say it so bad when it doesn't belong to you. And I personally have strict rules about what specifically happens when you get into like the inner city neighborhoods and have to discriminate between different types of minorities who can say the n-word, for instance; hispanic people, black people who don't identify with their black side, mixed people an things of those sorts. Spanish or hispanic people cannot say it. And that's that. Black people who hate other black people or dont identify with their skin can say it, but they have to face the consequences of their tone and intent when using it on other black people. And that's just that. Those are my guidelines in my personal opinion so say it if you want, but be ready to deal with what comes next if you do. PERIODDTTTTT.

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do at 8:00am & it’s 5:24am. lol cute. anyways , if you couldn’t tell by my posts, I’m black, african american, all that good stuff. & the book I am reading is called Americanah. it basically talks about the differences between africans and african americans. usually in novels I read about race, most books compare blacks and whites and blacks are portrayed as the inferior race. however, bring black has different catagories that can be compared as well. in a lot of social cases in the past especially 2010-2011 , Africans were looked down upon by other people that categorized themselves as black. But it this book, it gives the perspectives of native Africans and how they feel about American blacks and it isn’t good. the girls aunt in the novel even wants to get her son to move allllllllll the way to Massachusetts to get away from his black school because he got caught being nasty in the closet with some girl. the main character tried to explain that it was normal but the aunt basically said normal for black people...... thennnnn, she wanted to move to where the white patients were because she wanted to deal with “real” skin conditions and not the ones black people had. like lol sis , so much for unity. my race affects me reading novels because I’m automatically gonna apply my own experiences to whatever I read to analyze it. And in this book the reasons for the characters not liking black people that much isn’t all that great or sustantial but like I’m just a biscuit so what do I know?🤣 additionally, race does effect the ability to empathize with other characters in the book because since I’m not african I can read it but I’m not really connecting and it’s not really interesting to me so I’m not really empathizing or relating to the African parts of the characters or situations. however, with the characters themselves and when they come to America , I can relate and sympathize because I have experienced that and our personalities have similarities. so yea, maybe if I was African I would be able to empathize and understand the book and characters more. but on a spectrum , I understand it better than a white person probably could. Feel me ?? okay then. laterrrrrrr.

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as a taste of the summer weather dawned upon us in harlem, the fun emerged. however, so did the crazies 🙄. today, we met a woman who had a story to tell whomever would hear it as she was handcuffed by the police. yelling out loud, calling people “b*tches” , and yelling racial slurs. crackpipes being extracted from her black jacket as she stood undergarmentless under the scaffolding surrouded by a circle of 5-6 cops. now what race is the person you’re thinking of? be honest? HA! think again. this lady was a white, blonde haired, blue eyed, crackhead on the corner of 132nd and lenox. she amazed the passerby’s with her profane language spewing out hate speech and arguing with pedestrians who recorded. some black passerby’s looked on and did the typical harlem series of movements with things like this happen. look up, analyze, mind your business and walk away. however, some pedestrians that had timeeeeeeeee like my friends and I stood by to watch the tables turn. a white woman being taken into custody by minority police officers with a crowd of community members watching. her story , as good as I can retell it from the multiple alterations she made to it , was that she was walking and she stopped to ask a black family for a quarter (later changed to a dollar) and when the family refused, they threw a cup of fruit punch at her ( later changed to a chicken nugget) and ran her over with a car (later changed to got out the car and dragged her by her hair). she said that the black family was “reverse racist” because she claimed that the woman remarked that “white women cannot ask black women for money” however with none of her story making sense, the crowd sided with the police who were honorable in their efforts not to respond to the utterly disrespectful words the woman was saying to them because listen sisss, me?? HAAA! she would’ve REALLY needed the ambulance she was asking for. lol but more seriously, it was interesting to see how much joy the black community was getting out of this white woman being arrested some even remarking “about time” and “tuhh, keep her overnight” as they walked by. With no support for the black observers she took to calling out for white pedestrians that walked by. She finally caught the attention of three white women, honestly, your typical “save the earth” looking types. as they were restricted from entering the police ring surrounding the woman, they approached us, the scent of gentrification wafting under my nose. 3 random black kids who seemed to be innocently recording the incident , no telling whether we were in support or against the woman. “Did the hurt her or slam her? Is she okay” they asked. HA! is SHE okay? I nearly choked on my own words 🤦🏽‍♀️ “yup she’s fine. just arrested” I replied. The cops fidgeted in place a little, maybe fearing that the presence of white people now would bring more awareness and skepticism to the scene. the women lingered for a bit more with the “There’s nothing I can do face” and then walked away. the woman looked defeated as her “white card” and claims to be a free mason were not attracting the help she desired. the tables were turned and she couldn’t flip them. her privilege given to her by her skin could not beat the distrust laid on by her social status. she refused care while filing into the ambulance she previously repeatedly called for and was given a bountiful sendoff by the remaining bystanders. “goodbye crack masonry queen” they shouted. we walked away and continued our walk home as if nothing happened, as if this was just another day in harlem.

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americanah hair scandal...

hey kqlubish, today i'm writing about this book i'm reading called americanah. Its by this nigerian author who basically discusses immigration, social status, and a woman's role in a changing society. A main part in the novel is about hair. deep right, i know. But not only does chimamanda discuss the surface of hair but she dives deep down to analyze its effect on race, culture, and identity. I know, kinda boring but let me give you the SCANDAL around that. Tell me why my son Ifemelu just came home one day and her mother was BALDDD broo BWAHAHAHHAHAHA. yoooo i was deaddd, like imagine walking in to your mother cutting off all of her hair and sis was balddd yooo i'm cryinggg. She talks about how since her hair was a different way in the hair braiding shop than they experience they tried to violate her hair. Like nooooo. When i'm in the shop they try to take breaks to eat and snatch out my edges and I be scared to speak up but sometimes i be having to put my foot down like bye sis so thats what ifemelu did too. The braiding lady aicha tried to violate her though and tried to make fun of her hair because it was “ hard” but like you can wet it so like idkkkkk. The culture and identity was also different because like i said, she just wanted to feel comfortable and stable with her own hair so she didn't like aicha try to do stuff with her hair like perm it like ARE YOU DAUMBBBBB??? So yea basically she just kept tryna avoid what her mother did and not cut off her hair so she was asserting herself like a real kqlubish should.

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new blog, who dis? hey guys, this is my new blog , kqlubwitharianna. i’m a highschool student and this blog is for one of my classes. im gonna try to create a name for you guys, maybe kqclubish; pronounced “clubies”. hope you guys like it. bye.