Maybe this isn’t about rejecting technology. Maybe it’s about being intentional to preserve what you can.
Print your photos. Write it down on paper.
Burn the playlist to a thumb drive. Keep the physical journal. Download the videos.
Back up the memories to external drives.
These particular novels — all written by Nigerian women — did just that for me. Each one cracked something open, whether it was identity, grief, womanhood, friendship, or the complicated ache of belonging. These are the stories I didn’t just read. I remember them. I carry them.
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I don’t know about you. But, seeing all this melanin joy oozing out of all these beautiful females is just an incredible treat.