One day, without any pre-existing plan, I took the train and went to Venlo on my own. With a camera around my neck, I graced this beautiful, quaint, and yet intimate city. I pretended to be a tourist for day and allowed myself to be amazed by the sceneries as if I have seen it for the first time. It was an opportunity to see the city in entirely different perspective and also to develop skills in photography.
It is so Unlikely that these two, the snow and the flowers will meet, but notwithstanding its unlikeliness, they nonetheless did meet this year. The former belong to the winter whereas the latter to spring. Did the snow came later or the flowers earlier than usual? The image is an illustration of a beautiful and rare contradictions: The flowers are announcing spring in the midst of winter.
The main protagonist of the book I am currently reading is a Nigerian woman named Ifemelu who lives in the US. Amongst many other things, she blogs about race and racism in the host society from her perspective as a Non-African-American woman.
The title of the novel is ‘Americanah’ and it is authored by a Nigerian writer named Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche. I first encounter Adiche online when she spoke on Ted Talk about ‘The Danger of a Single Story’in 2009. Her talk inspired me so much and begun following her works since then and brought me to the novel in question.