Last night I experienced girl talk between Zadie Smith, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and us, an audience of mostly Black women at the Schomburg Center.
Being surrounded by fellow book lovin’ brown girls made my heart smile. I just finished Americanah last month, and the whispers of Lupita as the starring role has my brown girl fandom at peak levels. Like so many I am smitten by two literary giants of our time who also happen to be dope, Black and female. Yes, they make me want to burn my notebook – and maybe even my closet. They also remind me of the importance of Black girls who don’t have fab accents to tell our stories too. They all need to be heard.
Seeing my girl and my on-hiatus Teacakes bookclub sis Adenike run the event humbled me to see how far we both had come on the journey to that ever evolving and transforming place called our dreams. We bonded over a love of publishing as overzealous students in DC. She was a member of our magazine club at Howard while a student at George Washington. Now we both are on the NYC creative hustle.