My diaspora

Cal in Color

A new day begins with a warm, citrus tint cast above the city. I can see it clearly with all its lurid delights. The soo’q (market) is busy with mothers bargaining for lower prices on cabbages and eggplants while children stray further down the marketplace, toward the livestock. They race
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Somewhere in between Nigeria and America

Cal in Color

I’ve often been told, “You look Black American, but I figured you weren’t. You don’t sound like them.” This statement, along with comments referring to my accent, my ability to speak English well and much more are what my life has been since I moved to the United States. I
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Hand throwing away newspaper into trash bin

‘A new form of censorship’: Protect your local newspapers or they’ll disappear

NATIONAL ISSUES: Local papers are closing their doors across the country, and residents have the power to stop this epidemic

Last month, the East Bay Express laid off its entire editorial staff — except for one editor.
Unfortunately, this represents a national trends in which local newspapers in the United States are collapsing at an alarming rate, leaving many communities without essential news coverage.
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Here now, where tomorrow?

Between America and Me

The most valuable thing in my room is not my laptop or a photo of my mom — it’s a bland, unsuspecting folder hidden somewhere in my wardrobe. It contains immigration documents, my student visa, my passport and other boring pieces of paper that make my very existence is this
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Sustainable hosting: tomorrow must change

Countries, especially those that are poorer or less developed, struggle to come up with the funds necessary to build the new stadiums and transportation networks that organizational bodies such as FIFA and the International Olympic Committee, or IOC, require.
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Regrets

Mommy Issues

I regret not doing a lot of things before settling down and creating a family. I should have traveled more to explore the world. I should have invested more thought and energy in my future. I should have read more books, watched more movies, slept in longer. I even think
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Discovering my roots

On the Mark

In 1912 my infant grandmother and her family traveled by wagon and train from a remote community in Austria-Hungary to Hamburg, Germany, where they boarded a no-frills passenger ocean liner to the United States. A century later in Brooklyn, I stepped onto the luxury cruise ship Queen Mary 2 for
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