Coming of Age in the Time of the Hoodie

Coming of Age in the Time of the Hoodie

Earlier this year I decided to read Joe Brainard’s cult classic, I Remember. The book had long intrigued me for I had heard that it was widely taught in creative writing courses and was a favorite of many authors, including several well-known authors whose work I admire. I was immediately drawn to Brainard’s style, each line starting with the words “I remember.” As I read it, I found myself jotting down remembrances of my own, complementing Brainard’s memories of America with my memories of Nigeria.

Blue Mountain Lake

Black water dotted with stars—all
there is. I push my paddle
into the lake and pull the water