Publications 

My parents love to joke that out of all my siblings, I’m the least likely to marry outside my race. It’s funny to me, especially when I think back to my primary and middle school days. Back then, I was deep  into white boy culture. My phone wallpaper, my bedroom walls, my lockscreen… all white boys. My motto back then? The whiter the chocolate, the better. But then I moved to France and actually met white boys in real life, something shifted. I could feel it: my Blackness was

UCU is a busy place. People on campus seem like they have everything figured out as they balance committee meetings, dance classes, cooking every day, and studying for their courses. Yet, in today’s world, where busyness is celebrated and taken as a marker of success, being busy doesn’t necessarily equate to having it all figured out. On the contrary, everyone is confused, and everyone has off days. It's okay not to have it all figured out, because growth is not linear and it

I lose brain cells when talking to you.” While attempting to listen to your drunk friend give you directions during Bartender’s Weekend or when sitting in awe as someone recites hours of “Italian brainrot” or “six-seven” phrases, you most likely found yourself saying this phrase. Whether meaning it honestly or simply following modern lingo is a question in itself, but for those who took the saying literally, you have been brainwashed. To begin, let’s detangle the idea of losi

I have a great dad, so it means a lot when I say that Ben and Jerry are probably two of the most consistent male figures in my life. I often convinced my parents to buy their ice cream by citing the brand’s dedication to activism and social entrepreneurship. That’s why it unsettled me to see Jerry Greenfield resign through a statement sharing that he had been “silenced and sidelined for fear of upsetting those in power.” As a European witnessing troublesome discourse on First

Before I got to UCU, I never thought I’d feel homesick. Sure, I knew I’d miss my family, my cats, my friends… But, the extreme feeling of missing my home, the warmth, the smell of my parents' coffee in the morning, sitting on a terrace and being loud, being allowed to be loud, cackling, passionately hugging... that  is something I never expected, even less after having lived abroad for two years already.  So, in the spirit of recognizing and acknowledging my feelings, I decid

I bought this book in late spring and scheduled it carefully to be a light and breezy summer read: this is exactly what it was, and yet, so much more than expected. The blurb on the back describes the novel as “kaleidoscopic,” which is, to date, the best adjective I’ve found to describe it.  Oyeyemi’s work is a mosaic of constantly moving, interconnected parts, all sufficiently colourful individually, but which, when combined, form an unparalleled, dazzling tapestry. It would