Nighjerian Entertainment Weekly (Episode 2)

Catch up the top Nighjerian Entertainment News from last week with an opinion on it........ Did you miss last week hot gists?
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ARE YOU NIGERIAN ENOUGH?

HUMOR ME TAKE THE POLL!!



I know, I know, am I serious? Lend me your ears, i'll give you them back soon...No seriously, read the article out loud, it's more enjoyable..

 'Im Nigerian!'
and I take it very personal when someone questions my 'Nigerianess'. I think it's my arrogance, because in my head I come first place as a Nigerian, I mean it's not a competition or anything, I know. In fact, some people might even say i'm delusional, that I can claim their Nigerianess and join to mine if I so please, because they don't want theirs. I don't care... Anyway, since I come first place as a Nigerian, you can imagine how taken aback I am, when someone feels the need to tutor me on how to be Nigerian.

Nighjerian Entertainment Weekly (Ep 1) - Tonto falls, Jim Iyke's ex inte...

Did you miss last week hot gists? Catch  up the top Nighjerian Entertainment News from last week with an opinion on it........
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Chronicles of a Nigerian International student (Part 1)

Grrrh it was so cold, I hoped I would find a seat next to the window on the train.

"Ticket please......? "

Huh? what does this one want?

"Ma'm Ticket"

"Oh sorry, take.... Thank you," I said.

Union, Precious, you're stopping at union. You better not sleep and miss your stop. 

I got the window seat I wanted, now I hoped someone who smelt like fish, won't sit close to me, like the other day.
Taking the train to school had turned out to be very therapeutic for me, which is odd because I had been in America for only five days. Regardless of that, I really needed time for myself to take in this new country that I was struggling to like..

It was snowing that morning, and here I was in the 8:15 a.m train which I made without the help of my mum. I stared outside the window, and I thought it was remarkable that with every stop the train made, the color of the snow was different. It ranged from the sort of nice looking white snow that I watched on TV in Nigeria to the dirty lump of black ice that I had never seen on TV, either way it was fascinating. I gained a new respect for America, with their ability to hide their slumps from the world. If I told my friends about the dirty snow, they wouldn't believe me, because to them America was heaven that didn't have sand on their roads....

To Pout or not to Pout?

I hate taking pictures, and pictures hates taking with me. In fact, i think i should win the record for the most not-so-photogenic person ever... Okay i might be slightly exaggerating, but honestly why do i have to take a 100 pictures of the same pose before i can pull out one picture that i really like? It's either that i am not accepting of the fact that i look like those 99 other photos or picture taking is really not my thing...

Instruction -->
- Keep your face straight
- Poke your lips far enough to notice the 'juiciness' or plumpness of your lips.
- Raise your eyebrows up (based on preference)
- If you are very bold, while your lips is poked out, move it to the left or right depending on your choice. - - Now take a picture of it and you'll end up with a duck face, kissy face, pout whatever you might know it as.

You should generally end up looking like the first picture, not the second. If you attempted the side pout you should look like the third picture..

Americanah Not so typical Review

'In my very American way of starting sentences' So one day, I checked my twitter and this guy, this really cute guy (Ebuka, the dimple, as I like to refer to him) that I like to admire from afar was talking about this book that I had been hearing about, so decided to check it out... 

Americanah! Americanah!! Americanah!!! I really enjoyed this book, where do I start? It addressed issues on race, family, love, hair, immigration, relationships, culture and self discovery. It was set around the love story of Ifemelu and Obinze, explaining the journey both of them passed through. Adichie exquisitely blended issues on race, immigration and hair, into this love story. The book was set in Nigeria, London and America.

As a Nigerian reading, I can't begin to explain the experience, feelings, and emotions that I established with this book. I was in heaven and this book was my mode. I had this feeling because, someone out there, told a story so close to mine, with such conviction and that meant the world to me. It felt surreal that the writer was speaking a language I understood, that the context I was creating in my head while reading the book was close to what the writer was thinking while writing. I enjoy foreign books, but while reading I knew my imagination, my perception of what I was reading was far from what the writer was explaining. I had grown to accept those boundaries because that was all I knew. Having that this is the first book I read by Adichie, those boundaries were broken and I loved it.

The strong point in my opinion in this book, were the extra ordinary attention to details, Adichie incorporated. Adichie expressed that it took five years to write the book, and I saw why. She created a very strong description of characters, settings, context, and the necessary background information for the readers. She did not compromise details, culture and language for the readers that might not understand, because she used an abundance of that in the book.

I often got tired of reading the blog entries and details in the book, because I was more interested in knowing how the characters Ifemelu and Obinze would end up (yeah I am a sucker for romance). Did I read the blogs? yeah! I did. Even though I wanted to skip through them sometimes, I still did. The blogs challenged some of the life philosophies I was building on,philosophies I had come to accept. 'America had made me "lazy" with my dreams, self worth, and expectations. While i'm on the topic of things I didn't like, I absolutely hated the ending of the book. It was a mixture of knowing the book had ended... well, let me correct that,  it was MOSTLY that the book had ended and knowing that I was not satisfied with how Adichie left me hanging with the undeveloped ending. I cried! No I really did, 'in my American way of ending sentences.'

If you have read the book, what do you think?