I don't have an abundance of things to say about this particular piece. However, it offers a truly fascinating perspective on a specific place and time. It delves into the concepts of home, what home truly means, and the idea of fitting in.
Mostly, I simply wish to extract a few quotations. For instance, "We had come home, and if home was not what we had expected, never mind, our need for belonging allowed us to ignore the obvious and to create real places or even illusory places, befitting our imagination." (19) This shows how our longing for a sense of belonging can sometimes make us overlook the reality of what home truly is.
Another quote that stands out is "I doubted if I, or any Black from the diaspora, could really return to Africa. We wore skeletons of old despair like necklaces, heralding our arrival, and we were branded with cynicism." (76) It highlights the complex emotions and experiences that those from the diaspora may have when considering a return to their ancestral homeland.
"Homesickness was never mentioned in our [expat] crowd. Who would dare admit a longing for a White nation so full of hate that it drove its citizens of color to madness, to death or to exile?" (120) This quote reveals the silence and perhaps the shame that some may feel when it comes to admitting their homesickness for a country that has treated them unjustly.
Finally, "Many of us had only begun to realize in Africa that the Stars and Stripes was our flag and our only flag, and that knowledge was almost too painful to bear." (127) This shows the conflicted feelings that some may have towards their country of birth, especially when they have experienced discrimination and oppression there.
Having heard her speak, I was truly intrigued. As I read this book, her voice seemed to echo in my head. She is an amazing woman, and it was incredibly interesting to delve into this particular time in her life. Moving to Africa with her son was no small feat. It was a huge change, and the way she wasn't necessarily accepted as she had initially thought was quite eye-opening. She was seen as American-African, not the other way around. The people she meets along the way, the struggles she endures, and her triumphant moments are all beautifully depicted. Only she has the ability to bring these experiences to life in such a vivid and engaging manner. It's been over 6 months since I read this book, but the memories of her story still linger in my mind.
Reread
Although I haven't delved into anything written by her for years, Maya Angelou still holds a sacred place in the trinity of my favorite writers, a list I always recite when asked: Nawal el Saadawi, Svetlana Alexievich, and Maya Angelou. Angelou is perhaps the only author whose seven books I have devoured. Between the ages of 15 and 20, I took my time relishing the multiple, equally brilliant installments of her autobiography.
Reflecting on this reading journey that my teenage self embarked upon fills me with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness, to the point where I could almost shed tears. When an author accompanies you for such a long period, it forges a unique bond. I still possess numerous vivid memories, which aren't truly memories but rather passages and quotes from Angelou's books. From childhood scenes in Arkansas to performances in Venice and life in Ghana, which the fifth installment centers around.
When I learned that my best friend's younger brother was about to depart for Ghana, an intense URGE surged within me to present him with this book. I scoured the online platforms for a second-hand copy and had it shipped to his residence within minutes of conceiving the idea. The knowledge that he would be reading it piqued my curiosity to reread it myself, and it did not disappoint!
The chapter detailing her invitation to dinner by Germans during a trip to Berlin and her gradual realization that she had unknowingly entered a Nazi stronghold sent shivers down my spine
It is an honest piece of work. It is light-hearted in its tone, yet also contemplative. Amazingly, it manages to reflect deeply on one person's arduous struggle with history and its cruel aspects. This is the first book I have read in Angelou's autobiographical sequence, but I am certain that it will not be the last. Her writing style is captivating, drawing the reader in and making them feel as if they are right there with her, experiencing every moment. The way she weaves together her personal experiences with the larger historical context is truly remarkable. It gives a unique perspective on history and how it can shape a person's life. I look forward to delving into the rest of her autobiographical works and continuing to explore her fascinating life story.