I have a month of free "Full Self-Driving capability" on my Tesla Model 3 (I *only* like small cars). Confession, I'm terrified of autopilot and I never even use my basic autopilot. But the last few days, I've been testing it out, but only late at night when there are barely any cars on the road (around 2AM, haha). Full autopilot includes Auto Lane Change, Autopark, Smart Summon, Traffic Light and Stop Sign Control, etc. I'm interested in the technology and I'm most interested in what vehicle autonomy can do for people with disabilities.

But I just can't trust it. Yes, as a whole, with all modern cars, we are already putting our lives in the hands of the technology (hell, every time we get on a plane!), but this car autopilot stuff makes me far more aware of it.

For the last two weeks, I’ve been doing physical therapy to work on the proprioception (the body's ability to sense movement, action, and location) in my legs. I have very poor proprioception in my legs after what happened (for context, see my memoir specifically about what happened and how it made me a writer, BROKEN PLACES & OUTER SPACES). Thus, my balance is poor in a specific way…it feels like my legs disappear when I’m not looking at them.
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My day at San Diego Comic-Con was cool, but I want to talk about the crazy thing my daughter Anyaugo and I did that night. I didn’t like our hotel, so after a lovely dinner with my agent, we decided to dip.

We drove from San Diego to Phoenix, starting the trip at 10PM. It was…surreal, terrifying at times, beautiful at other times.

Original image used for the first edition of WHO FEARS DEATH

Ever since my sister Ngozi passed on November 23rd, 2021 and then my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I’ve been feeling really...high up. That I am high up on this beautiful mountain and looking down and I'm afraid of how high I’ve climbed. I've been trying to figure out what this meant. And I realized that what I was contemplating was the concept of aging.

The Key

By Nnedi Okorafor

It was due to a stupid thing done in a fit of panic that Fwadausi Bello altered her life forever. It’s amazing how sometimes the things we worry about most don’t happen and what we should worry about are often those very things we never imagine. So was the case with Fwadausi.

For the last few months, she’d been losing little things, including her favorite pencil from school, the plastic bracelet one of her friends had given her, and her lip gloss.
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I started using the term africanfuturism (a term I coined) because I felt… 

1. The term afrofuturism had several definitions and some of the most prominent ones didn't describe what I was doing.  

2. I was being called this word [an afrofuturist] whether I agreed or not (no matter how much I publicly resisted it) and because most definitions were off, my work was therefore being read wrongly.  

3. I needed to regain control of how I was being defined.
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There has been a lot of talk about the word “akata” the last two weeks and there’s been a lot of talk about the schism and conversation between Africans currently on the continent of Africa and African Americans (Africans in the country of America). 

This isn’t a new conversation to me, both concerning the word and the greater issue. It’s one I’ve dealt with all my life, being an American-born Igbo, a Nigerian American, Naijamerican. I’m not going to get into that today.
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-Winner of the World Fantasy Award for Best Novel 

-Optioned by HBO and now in early development as a TV series with George R. R. Martin as executive producer.

“Dear friends, are you afraid of death?” 

—Patrice Lumumba, first and only elected Prime Minister of the Republic of the Congo

Part I

Becoming

Chapter 1

My Father's Face

My life fell apart when I was sixteen. Papa died. He had such a strong heart. Yet he died.
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I don't normally do things like this, but I am this time.

I did an interview with Nigerian newspaper called Daily Trust and the questions were great and really pushed me to think. I worked hard on answering them. However, when the print edition of the story was run, instead of using the photo I sent, they used two photos pulled from the internet and these two photos happened to be the two I seriously detest. The online edition only had one photo but it was one of those two photos.

So my novella Binti, which won a Nebula earlier this summer for Best Novella (two days after I drove from Buffalo, NY to Chicago), won the Hugo for Best Novella (and I drove from Chicago to Buffalo, NY two days later). Wow, wow, just wow. 

Because I had to get back to Buffalo to start the semester (I'm a professor  at the University at Buffalo), I couldn't be at the ceremony at WorldCon in Kansas City, Missouri.
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