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Meeting Abdulrazak Gurnah the First Time

My immediate reaction to his win bordered on perplexity and would shift to saddening shame, only redeemed somewhat later-later when it was clear that nobody seemed to know the man, except very few whose knowledge of him could never have nudged them to think he'd ever be considered, let alone announced as winner of the Nobel. My own perplexity and shame hinged solely on a realization that I did not encounter Gurnah at all across two degrees pursuits at arguably the most important university in the discourse of African literature.

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Aborted? reflection, home, America: ramblings

I’ve been meaning to begin a series of reflections about my traveling to the United States. I actually planned to begin writing the moment I landed; at most, a week after. But I procrastinated. And then other things quickly happened. I procrastinated further. Then I got the most unbearable news ever. I became disconsolate and… Continue reading Aborted? reflection, home, America: ramblings