Toto, I Have a Feeling We're Not in Gambier Anymore

I’m sitting in a Starbucks surrounded by people I have never seen before, which I guess is pretty par for the course in the real world but pretty easy to forget when you go to Kenyon. 

M is for My Hair Journey

While growing up in Nigeria, I never cared much about my hair. It was always an object to which something must be done. Looking back now, I can’t believe how oblivious I was to the ways in which my hair contributes to my awareness and understanding of myself. And, all this would not have happened if I hadn’t chosen to come to Kenyon.

Before Kenyon, I never had to worry about what to do with my hair. In Nigeria, you just have to walk to anyone living on any street and ask where the hair-dressers are. And, with the hair-dressers keeping stock of hairstyles and fashion trends, one’s hair becomes something that someone else can attend to. So, it is no surprise to see young girls and old women alike wearing their hair in so many different styles back home. Such was not the case I observed here.

Infusion Confusion

I may not be a Summer Science Scholar but I am learning mixology and the benefits of fresh air on the hill.

Family Feud

Kenyon, Wooster and Wittenberg. I have four members of my family and all have attended or are attending a NCAC institution.... it allows for a nice dynamic.